| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Mawgan of Melhuach |
| | | Robert Stephen Hawker (1804–75) |
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| ’T WAS a fierce night when old Mawgan died, | |
| Men shudder’d to hear the rolling tide: | |
| The wreckers fled fast from the awful shore, | |
| They had heard strange voices amid the roar. | |
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| “Out with the boat there,” some one cried,— | 5 |
| “Will he never come? we shall lose the tide: | |
| His berth is trim and his cabin stor’d, | |
| He ’s a weary long time coming on board.” | |
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| The old man struggled upon the bed: | |
| He knew the words that the voices said; | 10 |
| Wildly he shriek’d as his eyes grew dim, | |
| “He was dead! he was dead! when I buried him.” | |
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| Hark yet again to the devilish roar, | |
| “He was nimbler once with a ship on shore; | |
| Come! come! old man, ’t is a vain delay, | 15 |
| We must make the offing by break of day.” | |
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| Hard was the struggle, but at the last, | |
| With a stormy pang old Mawgan past, | |
| And away, away, beneath their sight, | |
| Gleam’d the red sail at pitch of night. | 20 |
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