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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408937" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stranded Ship: (The “Vincennes”)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas the glowing log of a picnic fire where a red light should not be,<br>Or the curtained glow of a sick room light in a window that faced the sea.<br>But the Manly lights seemed the Sydney lights, and the bluffs as the “Heads” were seen;<br>And the Manly beach was the channel then—and the captain steered between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The croakers said with a shoulder shrug, and a careless, know-all glance:<br>“You might pull out her stem, or pull out her stern—but she’ll sail no more for France!”<br>Her stem was dry when the tide was out, and behind her banked the sand,<br>Where strong gales come from the Hurricane east and the sun sets on the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the tide was high and the rollers struck she shuddered as if in pain,<br>She had no hope for the open sea and the fair full breeze again.<br>She turned her side to the pounding seas and the foam glared over the rails,<br>It seemed her fate to be sold and stripped, and broken by winter gales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they sent strong gear, and they sent the gangs, and they sent her a man who knew,<br>And the tugs came nosing round from the Heads to see what a tug could do;<br>The four-ton anchors they laid to sea in the waves and the wind and rain,<br>And the great steel hawser they hove aboard made fast to her cable chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, while the gaping townsfolk stared from the shining beach in doubt,<br>The crew and the shore-gangs lowered her yards and they hove the ballast out.<br>(To lie like a strange sea-grave upheaved on the smooth sand by her side)<br>And they made all ready and clear for the tugs to come on the rising tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, in the night when the tide was in and a black sky hid the stars,<br>The shoremen worked at the jumping winch and the crew at the capstan bars.<br>To seaward the two tugs rose and fell in their own wild stormy glare<br>And her head came round for a fathom’s length! for a mighty heave was there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, tide by tide, and yard by yard, they hove her off the shore<br>To fit, and load for her ports of call, and to sail for France once more.<br>Till at last she came with the wild blind rush of a frightened thing set free,<br>And they towed her round to the Sydney Heads and in from the stormy sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the croakers say, when a man is down, with a shrug and a know-all glance,<br>Oh, he’ll never get out of the gutter again, he has done with every chance;<br>But we’ll “haul and heave on the block and sheeve”, wave-beaten and black-rock hemmed,<br>And we’ll sail with cargoes that they shall buy, when their ships are all condemned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Or the curtained glow of a sick room light in a window that faced the sea.
But the Manly lights seemed the Sydney lights, and the bluffs as the “Heads” were seen;
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