First Line: A FRIGATE BORN TO FULSOME SAIL Last Line: BUT FROM THE SOUL AND SENSES NEVER. Subject(s): MEMORY;
A frigate born to fulsome sail, Hath struck across the dying sun; Sharp, pattern'd on the orange glow, A cameo of rarest blow, An argosy of glory, so! A scene which from the sight must die, But from the soul and senses never.
