ADMIRAL HOSIER's GHOST. Richard Glover Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T124631 1073 K099398.000 Mendez, Moses. A collection of the most esteemed pieces of poetry: that have appeared for several years. With variety of originals, by the late Moses Mendez, Esq; and other contributors to Dodsley's collection. To which this is intended as a supplement. London printed for Richardson and Urquhart 1767 pp. 154-157. [8],320p. ; 8⁰.

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ADMIRAL HOSIER's GHOST . By Mr. GLOVER , Author of LEONIDES . AS near Porto-Bello lying On the gently swelling flood , At midnight with streamers flying Our triumphant navy rode ; There while Vernon sate all-glorious From the Spaniards' late defeat : And his crews , with shouts victorious , Drank success to England's fleet : On a sudden shrilly sounding , Hideous yells and skrieks were heard ; Then each heart with fear confounding , A sad troop of ghosts appear'd , All in dreary hammocks shrouded , Which for winding-sheets they wore , And with looks by sorrow clouded Frowning on that hostile shore . On them gleam'd the moon's wan lustre , When the shade of Hosier brave His pale bands was seen to muster Rising from their watry grave : O'er the glimmering wave he hy'd him , Where the Burford rear'd her sail , With three thousand ghosts besides him , And in groans did Vernon hail . Heed , oh heed , our fatal story , I am Hosier's injur'd ghost , You , who now have purchas'd glory , At this place where I was lost ; Tho' in Porto-Bello's ruin You now triumph free from fears , When you think on our undoing , You will mix your joy with tears . See these mournful spectres sweeping Ghastly o'er this hated wave , Whose wan cheeks are stain'd with weeping ; These were English captains brave : Mark those numbers pale and horrid , Those were once my failors bold , Lo , each hangs his drooping forehead , While his dismal tale is told . I , by twenty sail attended , Did this Spanish town affright ; Nothing then its wealth defended But my orders not to fight : Oh ! that in this rolling ocean I had cast them with disdain , And obey'd my heart's warm motion To have quell'd the pride of Spain ; For resistance I could fear none , But with twenty ships had done What thou , brave and happy Vernon , Hast atchiev'd with six alone . Then the Bastimentos never Had our foul dishonour seen , Nor the sea the sad receiver Of this gallant train had been . Thus , like thee , proud Spain dismaying , And her galleons leading home , Though condemn'd for disobeying I had met a traitor's doom , To have fallen , my country crying He has play'd an English part , Had been better far than dying Of a griev'd and broken heart . Unrepining at thy glory , Thy successful arms we hail ; But remember our sad story , And let Hosier's wrongs prevail . Sent in this foul clime to languish , Think what thousands fell in vain , Wasted with disease and anguish , Not in glorious battle slain . Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below , Thro' the hoary foam ascending , Here I feed my constant woe : Here the Bastimentos viewing , We recal our shameful doom , And our plaintive cries renewing , Wander thro' the midnight gloom . O'er these waves for ever mourning Shall we roam depriv'd of rest , If to Britain's shores returning You neglect my just request ; After this proud foe subduing , When your patriot friends you see , Think on vengeance for my ruin , And for England sham'd in me .