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 206 MACAULAY

'From a shore no search hath found, from a gulf no

line can sound,

Without rudder or needle we steer; Above, below, our bark dies the sea-fowl and the

shark, As we fly by the last Buccaneer.

To-night there shall be heard on the rocks of

Cape de Verde

A loud crash and a louder roar; And to-morrow shall the deep with a heavy moan- ing sweep The corpses and wreck to the shore.'

The stately ship of Clyde securely now may ride

In the breath of the citron shades; And Severn's towering mast securely now hies fast,

Through the seas of the balmy Trades.

From St. Jago's wealthy port, from Havannah's royal fort,

The seaman goes forth without fear; For since that stormy night not a mortal hath had sight

Of the flag of the last Buccaneer.

LXXXVII A JACOBITE'S EPITAPH

To my true king I offered free from stain Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain. For him, I threw lands, honours, wealth, away, And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.

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