Eleanor Emma Waring, Once a Week (1864)
“ And the foaming, seething billows now Are fearful to look upon. She beareth weight of precious freight, Of gold and gems good store; She beareth Bertram and his bride Back to old England’s shore. “O captain, give me the ship’s small boat!” Young Bertram loud he cried; “Oh! give me straight the ship’s small boat, To save my fair young bride!” “I will not give thee the ship’s small boat, To sink in such a sea ”
Eleanor Emma Waring, Once a Week (1864)
“ The ship’s small boat rides well, rides well, Over the waves so high; The lady she trembles and weeps for fear, And moans with piteous cry. “Oh! hush thee,” Bertram said, “dear love, And pray our Lord,” quoth he ”
Eleanor Emma Waring, Once a Week (1864)
“ The ruins of the little chapel of St. Gabriel’s, which bear testimony to the truth of, at least, some part of the following legend (well known amongst the country people of the neighbourhood) , are still to be found in a parish of the same name, situated at the foot of Golden Cap—the highest of a range of beautiful cliffs bordering the coast of Dorsetshire, between Lyme Regis and Bridport:— The waves beat high about the ship, A goodly ship, and strong ”
