Friday, March 10, 2017

The Preambles of On Stranger Tides

Book 1  

…And unmoored souls may drift on stranger tides
Than those men know of, and be overthrown
By winds that would not even stir a hair…

William Ashbless (On Stranger Tides, Tim Powers)

Book 2

Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by that land we find,
Where the brightest have gone before us,
And the dullest are most behind-
Stand, stand to your glasses, steady!
`T is all we have left to prize:
One cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!

Excerpt from East India, by Bartholomew Dowling

Book 3

“Whats o’ clock?”
It wants to quarter to twelve,
And to-marrow’s doomsday.

-T.L. Beddoes

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