The Age Reviewed A Satire: In two parts: Second edition, revised and corrected [by Robert Montgomery] |
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Here, pensive gazing from this shelvy height,
Till the dim ether darkens on the sight,
How dear the sea-view to the patriot's eye,
How fresh the playful breezes rustling by!—
Bright in its boundless spread of wreathing waves,
Beneath the frothy-mantled ocean laves;
While circling sea-gulls flutter on the spray,
Flap their white plumes, and skim their breezy way.
There distant vessels, guided by the gale,
With swan-like motion, and unbosom'd sail,
Melt in the dim horizon's blue repose,
Where nestled clouds in piling phantoms close.
Till the dim ether darkens on the sight,
How dear the sea-view to the patriot's eye,
How fresh the playful breezes rustling by!—
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Beneath the frothy-mantled ocean laves;
While circling sea-gulls flutter on the spray,
Flap their white plumes, and skim their breezy way.
There distant vessels, guided by the gale,
With swan-like motion, and unbosom'd sail,
Melt in the dim horizon's blue repose,
Where nestled clouds in piling phantoms close.
It has become quite fashionable of late, to bray at the ocean, and weave verses as tumultuous as the billows. Still, in commencing a poem particularly devoted to this country, I trust the reader will excuse my paying my humble respects to her native sea, although I may be unable to bring to my aid any of those dazzling metaphors which constitute “the sublime and beautiful” in poetry.
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