‘Weep for the hour.’ From ‘Eveleen's Bower’
T. Moore
Oh! weep for the hour
When to Eveleen's bower
The lord of the valley with false vows came.
Book I, Ch. 15.
‘Then farewell, my trim-built wherry.’ From ‘The Waterman’
C. Dibdin
Book II, Ch. 7.
‘Helm a-weather, now lay her close.’ From ‘The Tar for all Weathers’
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