Poems with rhymes of brine

'Leading on my fierce companions,' cried he, 'over storm and brine,
I have fought and I have conquered! Where was glory like to mine?'

And in due course this cultured soul of mine
Must learn its Catechism by easy stages;
And sundry rods shall yet be steeped in brine,

By eyes grown old with staring through the sunwash on the brine,
I am paid in full for service. Would that service still were mine!

Not long beneath the whelming brine,
Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,

All heavy-winged with brine,
Here lies above the folded crest
The Channel’s leaden line;

For council fly the sign --
Now leap their zealous galleys,
Twelve-oared, across the brine.

Who laugh'd till his eyes dropped brine,
As he gave them his hand so yellow,
And pledged them in Death's black wine.

Rushing up from out the brine?
Treading with resilient gesture
Air, and with that Cup divine?

Like an eagle caged, I pine
On this dull, unchanging shore:
Oh! give me the flashing brine,

Down she bore, rushing o'er the hills of brine,
Straight for his feeble signal. As she passed,
Out from the schooner's deck they flung a line,

Away! dive deep into the brine,
Where never yet sunk plummet line;

Like the round pearl that Egypt drunk in wine,
The sun half sinks i' the brimming, rosy brine:

And all the broken kisses salt as brine
That shuddering lips make moist with waterish wine,

'Sir priest, you can shrive these men of mine,
And, I pray you, shrive them fast,
And shrive those hardy sons of the brine,

In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;
There’s the old ghost light in the salty yeast
Where the black rocks meet the brine.

That vex the restless brine--
When shall these eyes, my babe, be sealed
As peacefully as thine!'

But now no balm--nor drug nor weed nor wine--
Can bring true rest to cool my body's fever,
Nor sweeten in my mouth the acid brine,

And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine,

And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine -
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line -

Shall the impregnable breakers undermine,
Take ocean in reverse, and, basely bold,
Burrow beneath the bastions of the brine?-