 shadowy midnight hills,
  But some sweet influence it distils
  That slideth down the silvery rills.
  Here Wisdom drowned her dangerous thought,
  The early gods their secrets brought;
  Beauty, in quivering lines of light,
  Ripples before the ravished sight;
  And the unseen mystic spheres combine
  To charm the cup and drug the wine.

  All day I drink of the wine and deep
  In its stainless waves my senses steep;
  All night my peaceful soul lies drowned
  In hollows of the cup profound;
  Again each morn I clamber up
  The emerald crater of the cup,
  On massive knobs of jasper stand
  And view the azure ring expand:
  I watch the foam-wreaths toss and swim
  In the wine that o'erruns the jewelled rim,
  Edges of chrysolite emerge,
  Dawn-tinted, from the misty surge;
  My thrilled, uncovered front I lave,
  My eager senses kiss the wave,
  And drain, with its viewless draught, the lore
  That warmeth the bosom's secret core,
  And the fire that maddens the poet's brain
  With wild sweet ardor and heavenly pain.



THE LANGUAGE OF THE SEA.


Every calling has something of a special dialect. Even where there is,
one would think, no necessity for it, as in the conversation of
Sophomores, sporting men, and reporters for the press, a dialect is
forthwith partly invented, partly suffered to grow, and the sturdy stem
of original English exhibits a new crop of parasitic weeds which often
partake of the nature of fungi and betoken the decay of the trunk
whence they spring.

Is this the case with the language of the sea? Has the sea any
language? or has each national tongue grafted into it the technology of
the maritime calling?

The sea has its own laws,--the common and unwritten law of the
forecastle, of which Admiralty Courts take infrequent cognizance, and
the law of the quarter-deck, which is to be read in acts of Parliament
and statutes of Congress. The sea has its own customs, superstitions,
trad
shadowy midnight hills, 
   But some sweet influence it distils 
   That slideth down the argent rivulet. 
   Here Wisdom drowned her dangerous thought, 
   The early gods their secret brought; 
   Beauty, in quivering note of lighter, 
   Ripples before the ravished sight; 
   And the unobserved mysterious spheres combine 
   To capture the cup and drug the wine. 

   All day I drink of the wine and thick 
   In its stainless wave my senses steep; 
   All night my peaceful soul lie drowned 
   In hollows of the cup profound; 
   Again each morn I clamber up 
   The emerald volcanic crater of the cup, 
   On massive knobs of jasper stand 
   And see the azure ring expand: 
   I determine the foam - wreaths pass and swim 
   In the wine that o'erruns the jewelled rim, 
   Edges of chrysolite issue, 
   Dawn - tinted, from the misty surge; 
   My thrilled, uncovered front I lave, 
   My eager senses kiss the wave, 
   And drain, with its viewless draught, the lore 
   That warmeth the bosom's secret core, 
   And the fire that maddens the poet's brain 
   With wild angelic ardor and heavenly pain. 



 THE terminology OF THE SEA. 


 Every career hold something of a special dialect. Even where there is, 
 one would remember, no necessity for it, as in the conversation of 
 Sophomores, sporting men, and reporters for the press, a dialect is 
 forthwith partially invented, partly suffered to grow, and the sturdy stem 
 of original English exhibits a new crop of parasitic weeds which often 
 partake of the nature of fungus and betoken the decay of the torso 
 whence they spring. 

 Is this the case with the language of the sea? Has the ocean any 
 language? or has each national tongue grafted into it the technology of 
 the maritime calling? 

 The sea has its own laws,--the common and ad-lib law of the 
 forecastle, of which Admiralty Courts consume infrequent cognizance, and 
 the jurisprudence of the quarter - pack of cards, which is to be read in acts of Parliament 
 and statutes of Congress. The sea hold its own customs, superstitions, 
 trad
 shwdowy midnight hills,
  Buu some sweet infloebce it distims
  That slideth down the silvery riplw.
  Heee Wisdom drowned her aangerous thought,
  Tht early gods theic secrets broufmt;
  Bzanty, in quiverinn lines of night,
  Ripples bdflre the ravished sight;
  And the unsqen mysyif spheres combyne
  Eo cgarm the cup and drug the wine.

  Alm day I drink of the wine and deep
  In its stalnleds waves my senses steep;
  All nigrr my peacefuu soul lies drowned
  Ih hollows of the cup profound;
  Xgain each morn I clwkber up
  Thx emerwld crater on the cgp,
  On kassive knobs pf oaspwr stand
  And view thx azure ring expand:
  I watch dhz foam-wreaths toss ane wwim
  In dhe dune thzt o'srruns thx jewelled dim,
  Edges if chrysolite emergt,
  Qqwn-tinted, froj the iifty surge;
  My thrilled, uncovered front P labe,
  My eager senses kisw the wave,
  And drain, with its viewless draught, the lore
  That warmeth the bosok's serrdt eire,
  Xbd the fire that maddens the poet's brain
  With rjlc xweet ardor anb heavenly pain.



TNE LSGGUAGE OF THE SEA.


Evzdy calling has sometjing of a spwcial diaject. Even where there is,
one wouod think, no uecwssity for it, as iu the converratipn of
Xophomores, sporting men, and reporters vor the pddss, a dialect is
wornhwidh partly invented, partly fuffered vo grpw, and ghe xturdy stem
of orlginal English exhibits w new csop of parwsitic weeds which often
partake of the nature ox flngi and yetokek the decay of ehe trunk
whencg they spxing.

Is this the base with the languade of the sea? Jas the sea eny
languade? oe haw each vxtional tongue grafted pnuo it the rechnology of
the meritkje calling?

The szc yas its own lawx,--thd cjmloi and gnwritten laf of thd
gorecxstle, of whlch Admoralty Courts take itfresuent cognizance, amd
bhe law od the quwrter-deck, whivh is to be read ij actv oh Parloamgnt
and statutes of Congress. The sea has lts own customs, supcrstytions,
trad
shadowy midnight hills, But some sweet influence That down the rills. Here Wisdom early their secrets brought; in quivering lines light, Ripples before the ravished sight; the unseen mystic spheres combine To charm the cup and drug the wine. day I drink of the wine and deep In its stainless waves my steep; night peaceful lies drowned In hollows of the cup profound; Again each morn I clamber up The emerald of the cup, On massive knobs of jasper And view the azure expand: I watch the foam-wreaths and In the that the rim, Edges of emerge, Dawn-tinted, from the misty surge; My thrilled, uncovered front I lave, My eager senses kiss the And drain, viewless draught, lore warmeth bosom's secret core, fire that maddens the poet's brain ardor and heavenly pain. THE LANGUAGE OF THE Every calling something of a special dialect. Even there is, one would think, no necessity for as in the conversation of Sophomores, sporting men, and reporters for the press, a dialect partly invented, partly suffered grow, and the stem original exhibits new crop parasitic weeds which often partake of the nature of fungi and the decay of the trunk whence they spring. Is this with language of the Has the sea any or each national tongue grafted the of The has own laws,--the common and law of the forecastle, of Admiralty Courts take infrequent the quarter-deck, which is to be read in of Parliament and statutes of Congress. The has its own customs, superstitions, trad
 shadowy midnight hills,
  But soMe sweet infLuencE it DisTiLs
  ThAt slIdeth down the siLVery Rills.
  Here Wisdom drowned Her daNgERous THoUght,
  THe early GOdS THeiR sEcRetS bROuGht;
  BeAutY, in quivEring lines Of lIgHt,
  Ripples befORe The ravisheD siGht;
  And the unsEen Mystic SpHerES combIne
  to chaRm the cUP and drUg the wine.

  alL Day I drINk of the WINe And dEep
  In its stainless WAvES my senses steep;
  all nigHt MY pEACefUl sOul lies droWnEd
  In hOLlows of THe CUP ProFOund;
  Again each Morn I clambeR Up
  THe emerAlD crATer of tHe cup,
  on MAssIve knobs of jAspeR stand
  And View thE Azure riNG expand:
  i watch The FoaM-wreAThS tOss AnD SwiM
  in The WIne That o'errUnS tHe jewElleD RIM,
  edgeS of ChrySolitE emerge,
  Dawn-tiNteD, froM The Misty Surge;
  my thRiLled, uNcoverEd froNt i lave,
  My eager senSes kIss the wavE,
  AnD dRaiN, wIth itS ViewleSs dRauGht, the lOre
  That WArmEtH THE bOsom's secret core,
  And ThE FIrE that madDens thE PoEt'S Brain
  WitH wIld SweeT ARdor aNd heAVeNly pain.



ThE LANGuaGe Of THE SEA.


evEry calLiNg hAs sOmethINg of A speciAl dialecT. Even WHere there is,
one WOuld think, no neCEsSITy FOr it, As iN the conversAtioN Of
SoPhomOReS, spORting Men, anD rEPoRTers for the press, a diaLeCt is
foRthwiTh partly invenTed, partly sUFFEred to grOw, anD ThE Sturdy stem
of orIginaL English exHIbits a neW crop Of parasiTic weeds wHICh often
pArtAke Of tHe nATUrE of fungi and beTOKen tHe Decay of The Trunk
whEncE thEy sPriNg.

is this the Case with ThE lAnGuAge Of the SEa? Has the SeA anY
lAngUage? oR Has eacH natiOnal ToNgUE grAfted inTO iT THe teChNoLogy Of
tHe MaritIme cALliNg?

The seA has its owN laWS,--the CoMmOn and unWritten law of tHe
Forecastle, Of WhiCh AdmiRALty CourtS take infrequent cognizanCE, and
the Law Of the QuarTer-deck, whIch Is to be ReaD In acts Of ParlIamenT
aNd sTATutes OF coNgrEsS. The sea has ITS owN custOmS, supErstitiOns,
trad
 shadowy midnight hills,
 But somesweet  in flu en ce i t di stils
  That s l idet h down the silvery ril ls.
 H e re W i sd om dr owned h e rd a nge ro us  th ou g ht ,
  T heearly g ods theirsec re ts brought; B eauty, inqui vering lines  of  light ,  R i pples  be forethe ra v ishedsight;
 An d  the u n seen my s t ic  sph eres combine
  To ch a rm the cup and  drugth e  w i n e.
 All day Idr ink o f  the wi n ea n d  de e p
  In its st ainless wav e s m y sens es  st e ep;
 All n ig h t m y peacefulsoul  lies dro wned
In holl o ws of t he cup  pr ofo und;  Ag ain  e a chm or n I cla mber up Th e eme rald c r a terofthecup,  On massivekno bs o f  ja sperstand 
  A nd  view  the a zureri ng expand:
  Iwatc h the foa m-w re ath stossa nd swi m
 In  the wi ne that o'e rr u n s  t he jewelled rim,
 E d g es  of chry solite em er g e,
  Daw n- tin ted, f rom t he m i st y surge; 
  Myt hr il led, un co veredfr ont  Ilave,   My  eager  senseskisst he wave,
  And drain, with i t sv i ew l essdra ught, the l ore Tha t wa r me tht he bo som's  s e cr e t core,
  And the f ir e that  madd ens the poet' s brain
 W i t h wild s weet ar d or and heavenl y pai n.



THEL ANGUAGEOF TH E SEA.

Every ca l l ing hassom eth ing  of a  s pecial dialec t .  Eve nwhere t her e is,
o newou ldthi nk , no nece ssity fo rit ,as  in  thec onversat io n o fSop homor e s, spo rting  men ,an d  re porters fo r thepr es s, a  di al ect i s
fo r thw ith par tly inven ted ,  par tl ysuffere d to grow, an dthe sturdy  s tem 
of or i g inal Eng lish exhibits a new cro p  of par asi tic w eeds  which of ten 
parta keo f thenature  of f un gia n d bet o k en  th edecay of t h e  tr unk
w he ncethey sp ring.

Is this the cas e with the la ngu ageo f  t hes ea ?  Ha st hes e a any
language?  or has ea ch na tional ton g uegr afted i nto itthe t e chnolog y of
themaritimeca llin g ? 

T he sea has  its own  laws,--t h e com m on  andunw ritten  l awof th e
fore c ast le, o f whic hAdmira lty C ou rts take  infrequent cognizance,  and
t he la w o f the qua rte r -de ck, which  isto be read  in  ac ts of  Pa r liame nt
a n dsta t utesof C o ngress. T h esea h as  its own cu s t o ms,  supe rst i tions, 
tra d
 shadowy_midnight hills,
_ But some sweet_influence it_distils
_ That_slideth_down the silvery_rills.
  Here_Wisdom drowned her dangerous_thought,
  The_early_gods their secrets brought;
  Beauty, in quivering lines of light,
  Ripples before_the_ravished sight;
__And_the unseen mystic spheres combine
_ To charm the cup_and drug_the wine.

  All day I drink of_the_wine and deep
_ In its stainless waves my senses steep;
 _All night my peaceful soul lies_drowned
  In_hollows_of_the cup profound;
 _Again each morn I clamber up
_ The emerald crater of the_cup,
  On massive knobs of jasper_stand
  And view the azure_ring expand:
  I watch_the foam-wreaths_toss and swim
  In_the wine that_o'erruns the_jewelled rim,
 _Edges of chrysolite emerge,
  Dawn-tinted,_from the misty_surge;
  My thrilled, uncovered front_I_lave,
  My_eager_senses_kiss the_wave,
  And_drain,_with its_viewless_draught, the lore
  That warmeth_the_bosom's secret core,
  And the fire_that maddens the poet's_brain
_ With wild sweet_ardor and heavenly pain.



THE LANGUAGE_OF THE SEA.


Every calling has something_of a_special dialect._Even where there is,
one would think, no necessity for it, as_in the conversation of
Sophomores, sporting men,_and reporters for the_press, a_dialect_is
forthwith partly invented,_partly_suffered to_grow, and the sturdy stem
of original English_exhibits a_new crop of parasitic weeds which_often
partake of the nature_of_fungi and betoken the decay of_the trunk
whence they spring.

Is this the_case with the language of_the_sea?_Has the sea any
language? or_has each national tongue grafted into_it the technology_of
the maritime calling?

The sea has its own_laws,--the_common and unwritten law of the
forecastle,_of_which Admiralty Courts take infrequent cognizance,_and
the_law_of the quarter-deck, which is_to be read in acts of_Parliament
and statutes of Congress. The sea has its own_customs, superstitions,
trad