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Elegy on leaving Exmouth.
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Elegy on leaving Exmouth.
Farewel sweet scenes familiar to mine eyes,
Oft have I mark'd you with a transport blest,
Tho' now no more for me your charms shall rise,
Or give my soul a transitory rest.
Oft have I mark'd you with a transport blest,
Tho' now no more for me your charms shall rise,
Or give my soul a transitory rest.
Farewel, thou blue and ever restless main,
On whose clear breast yon bright orb sheds his ray,
While from the vault above with boundless reign
He proudly flames, the exulting Lord of day.
On whose clear breast yon bright orb sheds his ray,
While from the vault above with boundless reign
He proudly flames, the exulting Lord of day.
Farewel, ye little skiffs that calmly scud
With trembling white sail to each zephyr true
Along the wide and undulating flood;
Sweet fairy objects of a fairy view!
With trembling white sail to each zephyr true
Along the wide and undulating flood;
Sweet fairy objects of a fairy view!
And you ye proud majestic ships that glide
With swelling canvas, and with pennants gay
Stately and slow along the obedient tide;
No more for me ye plow your wat'ry way!
With swelling canvas, and with pennants gay
Stately and slow along the obedient tide;
No more for me ye plow your wat'ry way!
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Farewel the glowing sigh, the swelling thought
The throb mysterious, and the tear so sweet,
Farewel the joys that inspiration brought,
And Nature wild, in Solitude's retreat.
The throb mysterious, and the tear so sweet,
Farewel the joys that inspiration brought,
And Nature wild, in Solitude's retreat.
I haste alas! from this unruffled main,
I haste from shores where sighs the placid wave,
To scenes of moral misery and pain
The billowy storms of busy life to brave.
I haste from shores where sighs the placid wave,
To scenes of moral misery and pain
The billowy storms of busy life to brave.
Feelings of peace, ye melting thoughts, I go,
I go with you to never more sojourn!
Day-dreams of sweet imaginary woe
I quit your charms realities to mourn!
I go with you to never more sojourn!
Day-dreams of sweet imaginary woe
I quit your charms realities to mourn!
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