Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Haven.
—Within a hollow Mountain's Side
Eaten by Age, there is a spacious Cave:
Whither much Sea, driv'n by the Wind, retires,
And cuts itself into a crooked Bay:
A Station apt for Sailors caught in Storms.—
Eaten by Age, there is a spacious Cave:
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And cuts itself into a crooked Bay:
A Station apt for Sailors caught in Storms.—
Far in a deep Recess, her jutting Sides
An Isle projects, to break the rolling Tides;
And forms a Port, where, curling from the Sea,
The Waves steal back, and wind into a Bay.
On either Side, sublime in Air, arise
Two tow'ring Rocks, whose Summits brave the Skies:
Low at their Feet, the sleeping Ocean lies.
Crown'd with a gloomy Shade of waving Woods,
Their aweful Brows hang nodding o'er the Floods.
Oppos'd to these a secret Grotto stands,
The Haunt of Naids, fram'd by Nature's Hands,
Where polish'd Seats appear of living Stone,
And limpid Rills, that tinkle as they run.
No Cable binds the harrass'd Vessels here,
Nor bearded Anchor, for no Storms they fear.—
An Isle projects, to break the rolling Tides;
And forms a Port, where, curling from the Sea,
The Waves steal back, and wind into a Bay.
On either Side, sublime in Air, arise
Two tow'ring Rocks, whose Summits brave the Skies:
Low at their Feet, the sleeping Ocean lies.
Crown'd with a gloomy Shade of waving Woods,
Their aweful Brows hang nodding o'er the Floods.
Oppos'd to these a secret Grotto stands,
The Haunt of Naids, fram'd by Nature's Hands,
Where polish'd Seats appear of living Stone,
And limpid Rills, that tinkle as they run.
No Cable binds the harrass'd Vessels here,
Nor bearded Anchor, for no Storms they fear.—
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