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Title: The book of gold, and other poems
Year: 1878 (1870s)
Authors: Trowbridge, J. T. (John Townsend), 1827-1916 Charles E. Feinberg Collection of Walt Whitman (Library of Congress) DLC
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Publisher: New York : Harper & Bros.
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sailed down the harbor to a favorite fishing-ground,Where the skipper dropped an anchor; for the gentlemen were boundJust to try their hands at cod, and have a chowder. There she layRocking on the ocean billows that came rolling up the bay; And the hooks went down with clam bait, and — in short, the luck was fine;Even Brown grew interested in an unpoetic line;And he smiled ; but Arabella grew as suddenly quite pale,Leaned her cheek upon her hand, and laid her arm upon the rail. Like the lady in the ballad, she grew sick as he grew well;With the heaving of the billows her fair bosom heaved and fell:He is actually jolly, when, at every sudden lurch,Dizzy, dreadful, dying qualms oppress the future Mrs. Birch. 74 TUE BALLAD OF ARABELLA. She is bending by the gunwale—all at once you hear a scream:From her lips, in anguish parted, with a glitter and a gleam,Something darts into the flashing wave, and disappears beneath,While in strangely altered accents, Oh, my teeth! says she, myteeth!
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ONE MAD BREEZE HAS SNATCHED HER BONNET, AND ANOTHER HAS HER HAIR. Then as she is wildly leaning, gazing downward in despair, One mad breeze has snatched her bonnet, and another has her hair. It all happened in a moment: in the ocean sink the pearls, And far off upon the water float the bonnet and the curls. And could that be Arabella, the pale ghost that shrieking fled?—All below, a lovely woman, but above, a spectral head ! THE BALLAD OF ARABELLA. 75 Something sadder than sea-sickness now disturbed the maidens breast,And it wasnt her lost tresses that had left her so distressed. Brown was busy with his fishing, and just then he had a bite ;The sharp line it cut his fingers, but he pulled with all his might. Help ! he shouted. Twas a monster, but at last it flopping layIn the yacht, just at the moment they were getting under way.

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