Firm trust of the bold sailor on the shores of sudden storm,
What strength is in its structure and the fitness of its form!
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Spirit, that lookest from the starry fold
Of truth’s white flock, next to thy Milton there
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Still his little grave she seeketh
In her mother-sorrow wild,
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HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name
Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime!
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Never give up, though life be a battle
Wherein true men may fail, and true causes be sold;
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By far Euphrates’ stream we state,
A weary band of herded slaves,
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Not a bird disturbs the air!
There is quiet everywhere;
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First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
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A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreams
Settled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,
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A few thin strips of fleecy cloud lies long
And motionless above the eastern steeps,
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Far up the River-hark! 'tls the loud shock
Deadened by distance, of some Fowler's gun:
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Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbear
To question thus his friend, What prig goes there?
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How I hate those modern Poems
Vaguer, looser than a dream!
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My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,
This alone our proud love should beget and command:
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My country! I am sore at heart for thee!
An in mine ear, like a storm-heralding breeze,
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With alien hearts to frame our laws
And cheat us as of old,
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Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!
Great minion of the crown! - but a great man
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We build but for change and for death,
To whom a like homage pay glory and shame;
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One summer morn, out of the sea-waves wild,
A speck-like Cloud, the season’s fated child,
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High ’mid the shelves of a grey cliff, that yet
Riseth in Babylonian mass above,
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Mark yon runnel, how ’tis flowing,
Like a sylvan spirit dreaming
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Of Cora, once so dearly ours,
Would mournful memory sing;
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Could we as mortals but our end foresee,
How little in our minds the world would be;
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It is the morning star, arising slow
Out of yon hill’s dark bulk, as she were born
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When Deborah the prophetess ruled in God’s land,
And Sisera died under Jael’s fierce hand,
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Behold an Indian isle, reposed
Upon the deep’s enamoured breast,
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It was, I well remember, the merry springtime when
Young Dora in the eventide came singing up the glen,
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Thought-weary and sad, I reclined by a fountain
At the head of a white-cedar-shaded ravine,
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With a resplendent Eastern bride,
Like a houri at my side,
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I was one so deeply drowned,
That when the drag my body found,
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