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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet -- The Mariner
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THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye
  Full many a boist`rous night hath wak`d to weep;
When the keen blast descending from the sky,
  Snatch`d his warm tear-drop from the rav`nous deep. 

Drench`d by the chilling rain, his dreary hour
  Creeps slowly onward to the dawn of day;
Till burning PHOEBUS darting thro` the show`r,
  Warms with his golden beam the frothy spray: 

With lightning`s swiftness he ascends the mast,
  And cries, "another tedious night is o`er;"
He spreads the swelling sail, he sees at last
  His darling MISTRESS, and his NATIVE SHORE;
The restless wand`rer then forgets past pain,
Steals a fond kiss, and BRAVES HIS FATE AGAIN.
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