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It tempts no wise man to pull off and see what 's the matter , but bids him steer small and keep off shore -- that is Charles 's Island ; brace up , Mr. Mate , and keep the light astern . '' * * * * * SKETCH EIGHTH . `` At last they in an island did espy A seemly woman sitting by the shore , That with great sorrow and sad agony Seemed some great misfortune to deplore ; And loud to them for succor called evermore . '' `` Black his eye as the midnight sky . White his neck as the driven snow , Red his cheek as the morning light ; -- Cold he lies in the ground below . My love is dead , Gone to his death-bed , ys All under the cactus tree . '' `` Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov 'd till life can charm no more , And mourned till Pity 's self be dead . ''