3 books to know Juvenalian Satire. Lord Byron

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      It came and went, and flutter'd round them till

      Night fell: this seem'd a better omen still.

      But in this case I also must remark,

      'T was well this bird of promise did not perch,

      Because the tackle of our shatter'd bark

      Was not so safe for roosting as a church;

      And had it been the dove from Noah's ark,

      Returning there from her successful search,

      Which in their way that moment chanced to fall,

      They would have eat her, olive-branch and all.

      With twilight it again came on to blow,

      But not with violence; the stars shone out,

      The boat made way; yet now they were so low,

      They knew not where nor what they were about;

      Some fancied they saw land, and some said 'No!'

      The frequent fog-banks gave them cause to doubt—

      Some swore that they heard breakers, others guns,

      And all mistook about the latter once.

      As morning broke, the light wind died away,

      When he who had the watch sung out and swore,

      If 't was not land that rose with the sun's ray,

      He wish'd that land he never might see more;

      And the rest rubb'd their eyes and saw a bay,

      Or thought they saw, and shaped their course for shore;

      For shore it was, and gradually grew

      Distinct, and high, and palpable to view.

      And then of these some part burst into tears,

      And others, looking with a stupid stare,

      Could not yet separate their hopes from fears,

      And seem'd as if they had no further care;

      While a few pray'd (the first time for some years)—

      And at the bottom of the boat three were

      Asleep: they shook them by the hand and head,

      And tried to awaken them, but found them dead.

      The day before, fast sleeping on the water,

      They found a turtle of the hawk's-bill kind,

      And by good fortune, gliding softly, caught her,

      Which yielded a day's life, and to their mind

      Proved even still a more nutritious matter,

      Because it left encouragement behind:

      They thought that in such perils, more than chance

      Had sent them this for their deliverance.

      The land appear'd a high and rocky coast,

      And higher grew the mountains as they drew,

      Set by a current, toward it: they were lost

      In various conjectures, for none knew

      To what part of the earth they had been tost,

      So changeable had been the winds that blew;

      Some thought it was Mount AEtna, some the highlands,

      Of Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or other islands.

      Meantime the current, with a rising gale,

      Still set them onwards to the welcome shore,

      Like Charon's bark of spectres, dull and pale:

      Their living freight was now reduced to four,

      And three dead, whom their strength could not avail

      To heave into the deep with those before,

      Though the two sharks still follow'd them, and dash'd

      The spray into their faces as they splash'd.

      Famine, despair, cold, thirst, and heat, had done

      Their work on them by turns, and thinn'd them to

      Such things a mother had not known her son

      Amidst the skeletons of that gaunt crew;

      By night chill'd, by day scorch'd, thus one by one

      They perish'd, until wither'd to these few,

      But chiefly by a species of self-slaughter,

      In washing down Pedrillo with salt water.

      As they drew nigh the land, which now was seen

      Unequal in its aspect here and there,

      They felt the freshness of its growing green,

      That waved in forest-tops, and smooth'd the air,

      And fell upon their glazed eyes like a screen

      From glistening waves, and skies so hot and bare—

      Lovely seem'd any object that should sweep

      Away the vast, salt, dread, eternal deep.

      The shore look'd wild, without a trace of man,

      And girt by formidable waves; but they

      Were mad for land, and thus their course they ran,

      Though right ahead the roaring breakers lay:

      A reef between them also now began

      To show its boiling surf and bounding spray,

      But finding no place for their landing better,

      They ran the boat for shore,—and overset her.

      But in his native stream, the Guadalquivir,

      Juan to lave his youthful limbs was wont;

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