The Lee Shore
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Thomas Hood
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Sleet! and hail! and thunder!
And ye winds that rave,
Till the sands there under
Tinge the sullen wave --
Winds, that like a demon
Howl with horrid note
Round the toiling seaman,
In his tossing boat --
From his humble dwelling
On the shingly shore,
Where the billows swelling
Keep such hollow roar --
From that weeping woman,
Seeking with her cries
Succor superhuman
From the frowning skies --
From the urchin pining
For his father's knee --
From the lattice shining,
Drive him out to sea!
Let broad leagues dissever
Him from yonder foam; --
O, God! to think man ever
Comes too near his home!
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