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To look on thy peninsola. When rests | Has sprinkled on it, every stranger eye The beam of Summer on thy pomp of Brightens with extacy!
woods, Grove over grove ascending from the edge
But when the gale Of the brown cliff, to where the wild van | Of solemn Antumn moans around thy hill, lifts
In strange, and hollow, and prophetic gusts, Its crown of pines, and all, impressively, When all the glory of the Summer day Rest at high noon beneath the bright Departed, touching hues adorn thy woodsserene,
Umber, and gold, and purple, and the green Breezeless the land, waveless the circling Which lingers yet,-0 where has Earth a sea;
Of Greeks and Trojans, which therein did
die ; Pactolus glistening with his golden flood; And Tygris fierce, whose streams of none
may be withstood.
Great Ganges, and immortal Euphrates,
And afterwards the famous rivers came,
from the skie; Fair Ister, flowing from the mountains hie; | Divine Scarnander, purpled yet with blood!
The noble Thames, with all his goodly
The wanton Lee that oft doth lose his / Which mote the feebled Britons strongly way,
flancke And the still Darent, in whose waters Against the Picts, that swarmed over all, cleane
Which yet thereof Guatsever they doe Ten thousand fishes play, and deck his plea
call : sant streame.
And Twede, the limit betwixt Logris' land
And Albany: and Eden though bat small There was the speedy Tamar, which divides
Yet often stainde with blonde of many a The Cornish and the Devonish confines;
band Through both whose borders, swiftly down Of Scots and English boths, that tyned on it glides,
his strand. And meeting Plim, to Plimmonth thence
GLITT'RING beneath the morning's potent And glisters wide as als of wondrous Bath,
ray, And Bristowe faire, which on his waves
See Tavy roll his unassuming stream, he builded hath.
Almost unknown to Fame, and yet the
shores And these the Severne followed in state ; | Of Tavy lack not aught that may enchant And storming Humber, shewing much his The eye of him, who in the summer-hour, might;
Delights to steer his bark where Nature Next came the Stoure inspiring terroure spreads great,
Her fairest pastures, and bestrews her Bearing bis six deformed heads on hight; flowers And Mole, that like a nousling mole doth With hand unsparing. He may wind his make
way His way still underground, till Thames he | When darts the beam of noon upon his head, overtake.
And find a refuge in the friendly gloom
Of high umbrageous cliffs. The clamorous Next these the plenteous Ouze came far
voice from land,
Of commerce will not reach him there! no By many a city and by many a towne,
sounds And many rivers taken underhand
Break on the deep tranquillity but those Into his waters as he passeth downe,
Which from the woodland melodist arise,, The Cle, the Were, the Guant, the Sture,
The thrilling lays of liberty and love. the Rowne; Thence doth by Huntingdon and Cam
bridge fit, My mother Cambridge, whom as with a
TAMAR. crowne He doth adorne, and is adorned of it
CARRINGTON. With many a gentle muse, and many a
DELIGHTFUL TAMAR! swell the notes learned wit.
From bush and brake and grove ;-my Next these came Tyne, along whose stony ready bark • bancke That Romaine monarch built a brazen wall, ! • Fought.
Shall soon be on thy stream, and never | And swell alternate, summits crown'd with seem'd
leaf, Thy flood more fair, and never did the And grove-encircled mansions, verdant breeze
capes, Of June, more softly kiss the broad HA- The beach, the inn, the farm, the mill, the MOAZE.
And tinkling rivulets, and waters wide Welcome, ye smiling scenes on either Presenting here the semblance of a lake, hand,
There, winding round some unexpected In quick succession rising, fair as new.
point, Welcome the breezy bill, the valley warm, Now shut, now open. Nor is wanting oft, The bay with hamlets edg'd, the sinuous Dotting the sun-bright flood, the varying creek
sail Winding to such a spot as WESTON, rocks Of barge, or fisher-bark, or painted skiff Beetling o'er fearful depths, the level shore of joyous voyagers. Where Tamar oft within thy green domain Intrudes, and many a promontory bold Darting into the flood. Our bark is wing'd By fleet, auspicious gales, there is no time To dwell upon your charms. Upon the view Ye rise like those enchanting images Which bless the Poet's dream; ye fill the
THE RHINE. eye
Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! a vain adieu ! Ye fly as human pleasures do,-beheld, There can be no farewell to scene like Lov'd, lost! Broad glitt'ring to the Sun
thine! His tributary course the Lynher leads
The mind is colour'd by thy every hue; Between bis headlands green. That sweep And if reluctantly the eyes resign of wood
Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely With which luxuriant ANTHONY bedecks
Rhine! The southern bank, seems gracefully to
'Tis with the thankful glance of parting spring
praise, E'en from the shadowy wave, where mimic More mighty spots may rise—more glagroves
ring shine, Display their answ'ring foliage. Breasting But none unite in one attaching maze; there
The brilliant, fair, and soft,—the glories of The swelling tide, that lonely island mark,
old days. Seldom by human foot impress'd. Around The surge is moaning, or the sea-bird The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom, screams:
Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, All noiseless else is that deserted spot, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, Yet pleasing, fixing, interesting still,
The forest's growth, and Gothic walls beBy mere association with the charms
tween, Which dwell so near it. Tis a well-plac'd The wild rocks shaped as they had turfoil
rets been Upon the cheek of beauty! Either shore In mockery of man's art; and these withal Presents its combinations to the view | A race of faces happy as the scene, Of all that interests, delights, enchants ; Whose fertile bounties here extend to all, Corn-waving fields, and pastures green, and Still springing o'er thy banks, tho' Empires slope
near them fall.
TO THE OCEAN.
Roll on, thou deep and dark-blue ocean, roll!
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
The armaments which thanderstrike the walls
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Thy shores are empires, chang'd in all save thee-
Time writes no wrinkle in thine azure brow-
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Calm or convuls'd-in breeze, or gale, or storm
The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone
And I have lov'd thee, Ocean ! and my joy
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
Tremendous Sea! what time thou lifted up
Thy waves on high, and with thy winds and Great Ocean, too, that morning*, thou the
Strange pastime took, and shook thy mighty Of restitution heard'st, and reverently
sides To the last trumpet's voice, in silence lis- | Indignantly,—the pride of navies fell; tened.
Beyond the arm of help, unheard, unseen, Great Ocean ! strongest of creation's sons, Sunk friend and foe, with all their wealth Unconquerable, unreposed, untired,
1 and war; That rolled the wild, profound, eternal bass,
And on thy shores, men of a thousand tribes, In nature's anthem, and made music, such
Polite and barbarous, trembling stood, As pleased the ear of God! original,
.amaz'e, Unmarred, unfade: work of Deity,
Confounded, terrified, and thought vast And unburlesqued by mortal's puny skill,
thoughts From age to age enduring and unchanged, | Of ruin, boundlessness, omnipotence, Majestical, inimitable, vast,
Infinitude, eternity,; and thought Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each And wondered still, and grasped, and Succeeding race, and little pom pous work
grasped, and grasped Of man!-unfallen, religious, holy sea, Again; beyond her reach, exerting all Thou bowedst thy glorious head to none, The soul, to take thy great idea in, feard'st none,
To comprehend incomprehensible; Heard'st none, to none did'st honour, but | And wondered more, and felt their littleness. to God
Self-purifying, unpolluted Sea ! Thy Maker, only worthy to receive
Lover unchangeable, thy faithful breast Thy great obeisance! Undiscover'd Sea! For ever heaving to the lovely Moon, Into thy dark, unknown, mysterious caves, That like a shy and holy virgin, robed And secret haunts, unfathomably deep
| In saintly white, walked nightly in the Beneatb all visible retired, none went
heavens, Aud came again, to tell the wonders there. And to thy everlasting serenade
Gave gracious audience, nor was woved in * The morning of the last Judgment.