Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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SONNET IX. ON THE PRIORY IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT.
Varied thy views of cliff, and gleaming spire,Verdant thy turf, thy banks with flow'rets bloom,
And wide thy groves o'ershade with grateful gloom
The sunny slope; yet fain would I retire
Far from the scene! for as the lawn I tread,
Yon mark, by the wild billows lash'd around,
Tow'rs, where at once the brave without a wound
Untimely perish'd. Loud, with screamings dread,
The sea-mews flutter round the naked mast,
And the lone bittern wailing to the blast,
Shrieks like the death cry. In each ruder wave
That bursts upon the cliff, the groan I hear
Of horror, when 'mid friends that could not save,
Hopeless they sunk within the wat'ry bier.
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