A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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PODS OF lfA 'l't71l.a.

Tbe 1\J'mamenta which tbundentrike t.he walt-
Of rock-built eit.iea, biddiDg nation• quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitale,
The oak leviathiWll, whose huge t"ibe make
Theil' clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of tl1ee, and arbiter of war ;
Tbeee a1·e thy toys, l\lld 1 aa the enowy Aab,
Thel ruelt into th7, yeat~t ofwavea, wbioh mar
Alike th Arma.da '• pnde 1 or spoils of Trafalgar.

Thy ahoree are empires, changed iu alluve the&-
.Aasyria., Greece, Rome, Cuthage, what are they.
Thy waters waated them while they were free.
ADd mauy a tyrant since ; their abortsa obey
The etrang:er, eltlve, or aavage; their decay
Hae dried up re!Uillll to ue.9erta :-not 10 thou,-
Unchangeable save to thy wild wavee' pla,y-
Tim.e writ.. no wrinkle on thine uore brow-
Such aa creation's dawn beheld, thou rolleet now.


Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty'e form
Glll88e8 itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convul.sed-iubreeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid cliwe
Dark-lieaving; boundless, eudleu, aod aublim&-
Tbe ima~e of·Etemity-the throne
Of the In•IBible ; even from out thy slime
The monsters of. the deey are made · each zone
Obeys thee ; thou goeat forth, dread, fathomless, alone.


And I have loved thee, Ocean I and my joy
Of youthful sports waa on thy breaat to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and If tl,le freahenine' eea
Made them a terror-'twaa a pleu1ng fear,
.For I wu aa it were a child of thee,
And truated to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy ma.ne-aa I do here.


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