 | The Poems of Robert Bloomfield |  |
Adieu, Landoga, scene most dear.
Farewell we bade to Ethell's Wier;
Round many a point then bore away,
Till morn was changed to beauteous day:
And forward on the lowland shore,
Silent, majestic ruins, wore
The stamp of holiness; this strand
The steersman hail'd, and touch'd the land.
Farewell we bade to Ethell's Wier;
Round many a point then bore away,
Till morn was changed to beauteous day:
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Silent, majestic ruins, wore
The stamp of holiness; this strand
The steersman hail'd, and touch'd the land.
| The Poems of Robert Bloomfield | |