Burney del. Heath sculp umbe & Soup Sis.tw goswa adwok When Murder bard her arm & rampant War Yokid the real dragons of her. car ); When pouce is morey banwhit from the phisis go blo Sprung on the Viventif, window Mearn again Published as the Act directs by Longman & Co August 23.1805. What viewless forms th' Æolian organ play, And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought away! Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the world. 60 Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, aid no de65 The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shores at ebberT Poor child of danger, nursling of the storm,is i bos Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form! out 20qi A Rocks, waves, and winds, the shatter'd bark delay; Thy heart is sad, thy home is far away. But Hope can here her moonlight vigils keep, And sing to charm the spirit of the deep Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole, Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul. His native hills that rise in happier climes, The grot that heard his song of other times, His cottage home, his bark of slender sail,book His glassy lake, and broomwood blossom'd vale, 70 75 Rush on his thought; he sweeps before the wind, Meets at each step a friend's familiar face, While, long neglected, but at length caress'd, His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest, His wistful face, and whines a welcome home. 80 85 Friend of the brave! in peril's darkest hour, nord b 90 When front to front the banner'd hosts combinedow of Halt ere they close, and form the dreadful line.us) edT When all is still on Death's devoted soil, 981 9.04 95 The march-worn soldier mingles for the toil; on zwcaɑ As rings his glittering tube, he lifts on high The dauntless brow, and spirit-speaking eye,ing SLI Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come, And such thy strength-inspiring aid that bore unha The hardy Byron to his native shore saf qetel M. In horrid climes, where Chiloe's tempests sweepLSH Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep, noi A 'Twas his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shock,t 504105 Scourg'd by the winds, and cradled on the rock, |