Read more about the amazing Bernard Gilboy here. Oh the sharks, and the capsizes…
Perhaps because it was made into a film, Longfellow’s dramatic poem is today more often remembered in sayings and references than as a poem. However, it used to be a popular recitation, so I thought I should try bring it back to public attention.
The Wreck has been a remarkably enduring meme, given that the poem was published in 1840 and the film was released in 1927.
According to the Wikipedia, it is widely employed to describe an untidy room (yup, my Mum used it regularly to describe my unnecessarily creative teenage bedroom). I read that it has also turned up in the Popeye cartoon series (not such a surprise), and the Marx Brothers song Lydia the Tattooed Lady (which I’d forgotten).
More amazingly, it also turns up in the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer and The Simpsons.
There’s a powerful reading of the poem by Sean Barrett on YouTube.
By the way, the wonderfully named Norman’s Woe is a real headland not too far from Gloucester. If you follow my link to the satellite image on Google Maps, you may be tickled to notice that the road running along the coast has the innocent-sounding name of Hesperus Avenue.
The engraving above is one of a number included in a gorgeous 1889 illustrated edition that can be seen on the Project Gutenburg website – it’s well worth taking a look.
The Wreck of the Hesperus
By Henry Wadsworth Lonfellow
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
‘I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
‘Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!’
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable’s length.
‘Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow.’
He wrapped her warm in his seaman’s coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.
‘O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say, what may it be?’
‘T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!’ —
And he steered for the open sea.
‘O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say, what may it be?’
‘Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!’
‘O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?’
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That savèd she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Tow’rds the reef of Norman’s Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
Ho! ho! the breakers roared!
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman’s Woe!
The Tall Ships Race of 1964 leaves Plymouth Hoe with a good helping of British Pathé razzmatazz. The vessels taking part include Hoshi, Tawau, Etoile, Belle-Poule and the sailing ship Danmark.
At the time the presenter ruefully remarked that the British didn’t have a square-rigger – well thankfully we do now.
My thanks to Amy Davenport for pointing this one out.
The schooner Bluenose in flight…
A celebrated racer as well as working boat fishing the Grand Banks, she was launched at Lunenburg, Nova Scotia on March 26, 1921 and sank close the Haiti in 1946. Read all about her here.
Readers on my side of the pond may be interested to know that a replica, the Bluenose II, was built in the early 1960s, and is still afloat, between refits.
Three masted Cardiff Bay schooner Kathleen & May at Brest last year. Photo by Pymouss
The fabulous Kathleen & May, our last surviving timber-built three-masted topsail schooner described by the National Historic Ships as ‘an outstanding vessel of national significance’ and part of the National Historic Fleet, is in grave danger of being sold abroad.
The Arts Council is expected to grant approval for her to be sold abroad and the South West Maritime History Society has got up a petition to try prevent such a disastrous move – sign it here: http://epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/45755
The vessel is well known to the British public as it starred in the famous [BBC television drama series] The Onedin Line and took part in the Queen’s Jubilee Parade last summer.
The SWMHS is calling on David Cameron to protect listed ships in the same way as listed buildings, as is done in other countries. It has a point – the important elements of our culture are not limited to its biggest icons, such as the Cutty Sark, which has received enormous attention and spending.
It also wants the National Lottery to establishing a substantial ‘attendance and interpretation’ fund to enable many more of these wonderful ships to attend the festivals, help keep them well maintained, provide sailing opportunities for young people, help stimulate local economies including by attracting visitors from abroad, and generally showing the flag for Britain at festivals abroad. It seems a reasonable request in the light of calculations that nothing else the Lottery does offers such a low cost per view.
Thanks to Hans Riecke for finding this piece of romantic and salty stuff!
If you can get past the hype and the relentless boosting of the competition element, there’s some nice footage of both Eleanora and Nellie doing their stuff in ‘entertaining’ conditions off the Isle of Wight. There’s more of Eleanora looking fabulous here.
I should warn you to turn the volume down though – in the way of these things, in this clip the music is truly dreadful night-club ‘excitement’ stuff they churn out on synthesisers and play at dodgy events such as awards ceremonies. I suppose I should also have asked why it’s now normal to play this horseshit over sailing clips! So tell me someone? Why do it?
I also wonder whether the skipper of the Nellie, Scott Waddington, is related to the geezer named Waddington who used to run the Black Horse at Pembury many years ago?