Select Poetry. Laughed at the Storm
DID my heart ever fail, or my cheek turn pale, When I stood on the starting deck; Did my strong arm flinch, did I quail an inch, Tho' the beautiful barque was a wreck!…
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5 stories in Sydney's papers
Windsor. the Late Storm—loss of Life
The dreadful thunder storm of Monday last, which extended far into the interior of the country, has showered down upon the parched earth, —that rain which has been so much wanted…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →The late Storm—Three lives Lost
The la[?]e dreadful storm of rain and lightning on Tuesday last, whatever good it may have done to the parched and dried earth, has not been unattended with serious consequences…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →Original Poetry. the Sailors Mid Watch Reflections. "Sweet memory wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of life I turn my sail." Ro[?]RRs
The morn gleams over the sea, Whose waters are ringed by her light: No comrade is waking but me, To gaze on the calmness of night;…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Original Correspondence. Storm at Parramatta. To the Editors of the Sydney Herald
GENTLEMEN,—In the full and carefully written account which Mr. Clark has given, in the Herald of this day, of the storm at Parramatta, he appears at some loss to explain the reason…
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