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Shall soon be on thy stream, and never seem'd

And swell alternate, summits crown'd with leaf,

And grove-encircled mansions, verdant

capes,

Thy flood more fair, and never did the
breeze
Of June, more softly kiss the broad HA- The beach, the inn, the farm, the mill, the
MOAZE.

path,

And tinkling rivulets, and waters wide

Welcome, ye smiling scenes on either Presenting here the semblance of a lake,

hand,

In quick succession rising, fair as new. Welcome the breezy hill, the valley warm, The bay with hamlets edg'd, the sinuous creek

Winding to such a spot as WESTON, rocks Beetling o'er fearful depths, the level shore 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 eye

With beauty and then mock our vision. Swift

Ye fly as human pleasures do,-beheld, Lov'd, lost! Broad glitt'ring to the Sun His tributary course the Lynher leads Between his headlands green. That sweep

of wood

With which luxuriant ANTHONY bedecks The southern bank, seems gracefully to spring

E'en from the shadowy wave, where mimic

groves

Display their answ'ring foliage. Breasting there

The swelling tide, that lonely island mark, Seldom by human foot impress'd. Around The surge is moaning, or the sea-bird

screams:

All noiseless else is that deserted spot,
Yet pleasing, fixing, interesting still,
By mere association with the charms
Which dwell so near it. Tis a well-plac'd
foil

Upon the cheek of beauty! Either shore
Presents its combinations to the view
Of all that interests, delights, enchants;-
Corn-waving fields, and pastures green, and
slope

There, winding round some unexpected point,

Now shut, now open. Nor is wanting oft, Dotting the sun-bright flood, the varying sail

Of barge, or fisher-bark, or painted skiff Of joyous voyagers.

THE RHINE.

BYRON.

ADIEU to thee, fair Rhine! a vain adieu ! There can be no farewell to scene like thine!

The mind is colour'd by thy every hue;
And if reluctantly the eyes resign
Their cherish'd gaze upon thee, lovely
Rhine!

'Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise,

More mighty spots may rise-more glaring shine,

But none unite in one attaching maze; The brilliant, fair, and soft,-the glories of old days.

The negligently grand, the fruitful bloom, Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen, The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom, The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between,

The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been

In mockery of man's art; and these withal A race of faces happy as the scene, Whose fertile bounties here extend to all, Still springing o'er thy banks, tho' Empires near them fall.

SEAS, &c.

TO THE OCEAN.

BYRON.

ROLL on, thou deep and dark-blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore;-upon the wat'ry plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, 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
Are not a spoil for him,-thou dost arise

And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,

Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send'st him, shiv'ring on thy playful spray,

And howling to his gods, where haply lies

His petty hope in some near port or bay,

And dashest him again to earth :-there let him lay.

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.

Thy shores are empires, chang'd in all save thee-
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters wasted them while they were free,
And many a tyrant since; their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts ;-not so thou,
Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play-
Time writes no wrinkle in thine azure brow-
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,

Calm or convuls'd-in breeze, or gale, or storm
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime

Dark-heaving;-boundless, endless, and sublime,
The image of eternity-the throne

Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime

The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

And I have lov'd thee, Ocean! and my joy

Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and if the fresh'ning sea
Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,

And trusted to thy billows far and near,

And laid my hand upon thy mane, as I do here.

POLLOK.

GREAT Ocean, too, that morning*, thou the call

Of restitution heard'st, and reverently
To the last trumpet's voice, in silence lis-
tened.

Great Ocean! strongest of creation's sons,
Unconquerable, unreposed, untired.
That rolled the wild, profound, eternal bass,
In nature's anthem, and made music, such
As pleased the ear of God! original,
Unmarred, unfaded work of Deity,
And unburlesqued by mortal's puny skill,
From age to age enduring and unchanged,
Majestical, inimitable, vast,

Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each
Succeeding race, and little pompous work
Of man!-unfallen, religious, holy sea,
Thou bowedst thy glorious head to none,
feard'st none,

Heard'st none, to none did'st honour, but to God

Thy Maker, only worthy to receive
Thy great obeisance! Undiscover'd Sea!
Into thy dark, unknown, mysterious caves,
And secret haunts, unfathomably deep
Beneath all visible retired, none went
And came again, to tell the wonders there.

* The morning of the last Judgment.

Tremendous Sea! what time thou lifted up Thy waves on high, and with thy winds and

storms

Strange pastime took, and shook thy mighty sides

Indignantly, the pride of navies fell; Beyond the arm of help, unheard, unseen, Sunk friend and foe, with all their wealth

and war;

And on thy shores, men of a thousand tribes, Polite and barbarous, trembling stood,

amaz'd,

Confounded, terrified, and thought vast thoughts

Of ruin, boundlessness, omnipotence,
Infinitude, eternity,; and thought
And wondered still, and grasped, and
grasped, and grasped

Again; beyond her reach, exerting all
The soul, to take thy great idea in,
To comprehend incomprehensible;
And wondered more, and felt their littleness.
Self-purifying, unpolluted Sea!

Lover unchangeable, thy faithful breast
For ever heaving to the lovely Moon,
That like a shy and holy virgin, robed
In saintly white, walked nightly in the
heavens,

And to thy everlasting serenade

Gave gracious audience, nor was wooed in

vain.

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