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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines on Mr. Hodgson Written on Board the Lisbon Packet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Huzza! Hodgson, we are going, <br> Our embargo's off at last;<br> Favourable breezes blowing<br> Bend the canvass o'er the mast.<br> From aloft the signal's streaming,<br> Hark! the farewell gun is fir'd;<br> Women screeching, tars blaspheming,<br> Tell us that our time's expir'd.<br> Here's a rascal<br> Come to task all,<br> Prying from the custom-house;<br> Trunks unpacking<br> Cases cracking,<br> Not a corner for a mouse<br> 'Scapes unsearch'd amid the racket,<br> Ere we sail on board the Packet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now our boatmen quit their mooring,<br> And all hands must ply the oar;<br> Baggage from the quay is lowering,<br> We're impatient--push from shore.<br> &quot;Have a care! that case holds liquor--<br> Stop the boat--I'm sick--oh Lord!&quot;<br> &quot;Sick, ma'am, damme, you'll be sicker,<br> Ere you've been an hour on board.&quot;<br> Thus are screaming<br> Men and women,<br> Gemmen, ladies, servants, Jacks;<br> Here entangling,<br> All are wrangling,<br> Stuck together close as wax.--<br> Such the genial noise and racket,<br> Ere we reach the Lisbon Packet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now we've reach'd her, lo! the captain,<br> Gallant Kidd, commands the crew;<br> Passengers their berths are clapt in,<br> Some to grumble, some to spew.<br> &quot;Hey day! call you that a cabin?<br> Why 't is hardly three feet square;<br> Not enough to stow Queen Mab in--<br> Who the deuce can harbour there?&quot;<br> &quot;Who, sir? plenty--<br> Nobles twenty<br> Did at once my vessel fill.&quot;<br> &quot;Did they? Jesus,<br> How you squeeze us!<br> Would to God they did so still:<br> Then I'd 'scape the heat and racket<br> Of the good ship, Lisbon Packet.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Fletcher! Murray! Bob! where are you?<br> Stretch'd along the deck like logs--<br> Bear a hand, you jolly tar, you!<br> Here's a rope's end for the dogs.<br> Hobhouse muttering fearful curses, <br> As the hatchway down he rolls,<br> Now his breakfast, now his verses,<br> Vomits forth--and damns our souls.<br> &quot;Here's a stanza<br> On Braganza--<br> Help!&quot;--&quot;A couplet?&quot;--&quot;No, a cup<br> Of warm water--&quot;<br> &quot;What's the matter?&quot;<br> &quot;Zounds! my liver's coming up;<br> I shall not survive the racket<br> Of this brutal Lisbon Packet.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now at length we're off for Turkey,<br> Lord knows when we shall come back!<br> Breezes foul and tempests murky<br> May unship us in a crack.<br> But, since life at most a jest is,<br> As philosophers allow,<br> Still to laugh by far the best is,<br> Then laugh on--as I do now.<br> Laugh at all things,<br> Great and small things,<br> Sick or well, at sea or shore;<br> While we're quaffing,<br> Let's have laughing--<br> Who the devil cares for more?--<br> Some good wine! and who would lack it,<br> Ev'n on board the Lisbon Packet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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 Our embargo's off at last;
 Favourable breezes blowing
 Bend the canvass o'er the mast.
 From aloft the signal's streaming,
 Hark! the farewell gun is fir'd;
 Women screeching, tars blaspheming,
 Tell us that our ti..."></div>
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