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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Castaway</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Obscurest night involv'd the sky, <br> Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,<br> When such a destin'd wretch as I,<br> Wash'd headlong from on board,<br> Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,<br> His floating home for ever left.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No braver chief could Albion boast<br> Than he with whom he went,<br> Nor ever ship left Albion's coast,<br> With warmer wishes sent.<br> He lov'd them both, but both in vain,<br> Nor him beheld, nor her again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not long beneath the whelming brine,<br> Expert to swim, he lay;<br> Nor soon he felt his strength decline,<br> Or courage die away;<br> But wag'd with death a lasting strife,<br> Supported by despair of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He shouted: nor his friends had fail'd<br> To check the vessel's course,<br> But so the furious blast prevail'd,<br> That, pitiless perforce,<br> They left their outcast mate behind,<br> And scudded still before the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some succour yet they could afford;<br> And, such as storms allow,<br> The cask, the coop, the floated cord,<br> Delay'd not to bestow.<br> But he (they knew) nor ship, nor shore,<br> Whate'er they gave, should visit more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he<br> Their haste himself condemn,<br> Aware that flight, in such a sea,<br> Alone could rescue them;<br> Yet bitter felt it still to die<br> Deserted, and his friends so nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He long survives, who lives an hour<br> In ocean, self-upheld;<br> And so long he, with unspent pow'r,<br> His destiny repell'd;<br> And ever, as the minutes flew,<br> Entreated help, or cried--Adieu!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> At length, his transient respite past,<br> His comrades, who before<br> Had heard his voice in ev'ry blast,<br> Could catch the sound no more.<br> For then, by toil subdued, he drank<br> The stifling wave, and then he sank.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No poet wept him: but the page<br> Of narrative sincere;<br> That tells his name, his worth, his age,<br> Is wet with Anson's tear.<br> And tears by bards or heroes shed<br> Alike immortalize the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I therefore purpose not, or dream,<br> Descanting on his fate,<br> To give the melancholy theme<br> A more enduring date:<br> But misery still delights to trace<br> Its semblance in another's case.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No voice divine the storm allay'd,<br> No light propitious shone;<br> When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,<br> We perish'd, each alone:<br> But I beneath a rougher sea,<br> And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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 Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
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 Wash'd headlong from on board,
 Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
 His floating home for ever left.

 No braver chief could Albion boast
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