William Falconer

Biographical details

Portrait of William Falconer William Falconer,  The shipwreck (1818)

“ The moment fraught with fate approaches fast!
While thronging sailors climb each quivering mast;
The ship no longer now must stem the land,
And, ‘hard a starboard!’ is the last command:
While every suppliant voice to Heaven applies,
The prow, swift wheeling, to the westward flies;
Twelve sailors, on the foremast who depend,
High on the platform of the top ascend,
Fatal retreat! for, while the plunging prow
Immerges headlong in the wave below,
Down prest by watery weight the bowsprit bends,
And from above the stem deep-crashing rends:
Beneath her bow the floating ruins lie
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of William Falconer William Falconer,  The shipwreck (1818)

“ And both the raging surge in safety bore
Amid destruction, panting to the shore:
This last, our tragic story from the wave
Of dark oblivion, haply, yet may save;
With genuine sympathy may yet complain,
While sad Remembrance bleeds at every vein.
These, chief among the ship’s conducting train,
Her path explored along the deep domain;
Trained to command, and range the swelling sail,
Whose varying force conforms to every gale. [33]
Charged with the commerce, hither also came
A gallant youth, Palemon was his name:
A father’s stern resentment doomed to prove,
He came the victim of unhappy love!
”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of William Falconer William Falconer,  An Universal Dictionary of the Marine

“ Not only is the most comprehensive skill of the commander in chief rendered useless; the smaller ships, abandoned to their ill fortune, may be torn to pieces by superior force, without relief or succour: and, what is infinitely worse than all, the ships of the same fleet may cannonade each other, with all the resolution and spirit which they exert against their enemies! If the design of war is conquest, and not massacre, it is thus totally perverted! ”
Source: Gutenberg

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