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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Squall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On deck, beneath the awning,<br>I dozing lay and yawning;<br>It was the gray of dawning,<br>Ere yet the sun arose;<br>And above the funnel's roaring,<br>And the fitful wind's deploring,<br>I heard the cabin snoring<br>With universal nose.<br>I could hear the passengers snorting—<br>I envied their disporting—<br>Vainly I was courting<br>The pleasure of a doze!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I lay, and wondered why light<br>Came not, and watched the twilight,<br>And the glimmer of the skylight,<br>That shot across the deck;<br>And the binnacle pale and steady,<br>And the dull glimpse of the dead-eye,<br>And the sparks in fiery eddy<br>That whirled from the chimney neck.<br>In our jovial floating prison<br>There was sleep from fore to mizzen,<br>And never a star had risen<br>The hazy sky to speck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange company we harbored,<br>We'd a hundred Jews to larboard,<br>Unwashed, uncombed, unbarbered—<br>Jews black, and brown, and gray;<br>With terror it would seize ye,<br>And make your souls uneasy,<br>To see those Rabbis greasy,<br>Who did naught but scratch and pray:<br>Their dirty children puking—<br>Their dirty saucepans cooking—<br>Their dirty fingers hooking<br>Their swarming fleas away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To starboard, Turks and Greeks were—<br>Whiskered and brown their cheeks were—<br>Enormous wide their breeks were,<br>Their pipes did puff alway;<br>Each on his mat allotted<br>In silence smoked and squatted,<br>Whilst round their children trotted<br>In pretty, pleasant play.<br>He can't but smile who traces<br>The smiles on those brown faces,<br>And the pretty, prattling graces<br>Of those small heathens gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the hours kept tolling,<br>And through the ocean rolling<br>Went the brave 'Iberia' bowling<br>Before the break of day—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When A SQUALL, upon a sudden,<br>Came o'er the waters scudding;<br>And the clouds began to gather,<br>And the sea was lashed to lather,<br>And the lowering thunder grumbled,<br>And the lightning jumped and tumbled,<br>And the ship, and all the ocean,<br>Woke up in wild commotion.<br>Then the wind set up a howling,<br>And the poodle dog a yowling,<br>And the cocks began a crowing,<br>And the old cow raised a lowing,<br>As she heard the tempest blowing;<br>And fowls and geese did cackle,<br>And the cordage and the tackle<br>Began to shriek and crackle;<br>And the spray dashed o'er the funnels,<br>And down the deck in runnels;<br>And the rushing water soaks all,<br>From the seamen in the fo'ksal<br>To the stokers whose black faces<br>Peer out of their bed-places;<br>And the captain he was bawling,<br>And the sailors pulling, hauling,<br>And the quarter-deck tarpauling<br>Was shivered in the squalling;<br>And the passengers awaken,<br>Most pitifully shaken;<br>And the steward jumps up, and hastens<br>For the necessary basins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered,<br>And they knelt, and moaned, and shivered,<br>As the plunging waters met them,<br>And splashed and overset them;<br>And they call in their emergence<br>Upon countless saints and virgins;<br>And their marrowbones are bended,<br>And they think the world is ended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Turkish women for'ard<br>Were frightened and behorror'd;<br>And shrieking and bewildering,<br>The mothers clutched their children;<br>The men sung 'Allah! Illah!<br>Mashallah Bismillah!'<br>As the warring waters doused them<br>And splashed them and soused them,<br>And they called upon the Prophet,<br>And thought but little of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all the fleas in Jewry<br>Jumped up and bit like fury;<br>And the progeny of Jacob<br>Did on the main-deck wake up<br>(I wot those greasy Rabbins<br>Would never pay for cabins);<br>And each man moaned and jabbered in<br>His filthy Jewish gaberdine,<br>In woe and lamentation,<br>And howling consternation.<br>And the splashing water drenches<br>Their dirty brats and wenches;<br>And they crawl from bales and benches<br>In a hundred thousand stenches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the White Squall famous,<br>Which latterly o'ercame us,<br>And which all will well remember<br>On the 28th September;<br>When a Prussian captain of Lancers<br>(Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers)<br>Came on the deck astonished,<br>By that wild squall admonished,<br>And wondering cried, 'Potztausend,<br>Wie ist der Sturm jetzt brausend?'<br>And looked at Captain Lewis,<br>Who calmly stood and blew his<br>Cigar in all the hustle,<br>And scorned the tempest's tussle,<br>And oft we've thought thereafter<br>How he beat the storm to laughter;<br>For well he knew his vessel<br>With that vain wind could wrestle;<br>And when a wreck we thought her,<br>And doomed ourselves to slaughter,<br>How gayly he fought her,<br>And through the hubbub brought her,<br>And as the tempest caught her,<br>Cried, 'GEORGE! SOME BRANDY-AND-WATER!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, its force expended,<br>The harmless storm was ended,<br>And as the sunrise splendid<br>Came blushing o'er the sea;<br>I thought, as day was breaking,<br>My little girls were waking,<br>And smiling, and making<br>A prayer at home for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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I dozing lay and yawning;
It was the gray of dawning,
Ere yet the sun arose;
And above the funnel's roaring,
And the fitful wind's deploring,
I heard the cabin snoring
With universal nose.
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