The Hurricane. Nahum Tate 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. Tate, Nahum, c. 1652-1715. Poems by N. Tate. London Printed by T.M. for Benj. Tooke ... 1677 pp. 131-132. [15],133p.

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The Hurricane . WHat cheer my Mates ? Luff ho ! We Toil in Vain ! That Nothern Mist forebodes a Hurricane . See how th'expecting Ocean Raves , The Billows Roar before the Fray , Untimely Night devours the Day , I'th' Dead Eclypse we Nought descry But Lightnings Wild Capriches in the Skie , And Scalye Monsters sparkling through the Waves . Ply ! Each a Hand , and furl your Sails . Port , Hard a'Port — The Tackle sails . Sound ho ! — Five Fathom and the most . A Dangerous Shelf ! sh'as struck , and we are Lost . Speak in the Hold — She Leaks amain — Give ore ; The Crazy Boat can Work no more . She draws apace , and we approach no shore . A Ring my Mates : Let's joyn a Ring , and so Beneath the Deep Embracing Go . Now to new Worlds we steer , and quickly shall Arrive : Our Spirits shall Mount as fast as our dull Corpses Dive