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Encircled by the wave, where to the breeze
The haggard Cormorant shrieks. And far beyond
Where the great ocean mingles with the sky
Are seen the cloud-like Islands* grey in mists.

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Thy awful height Bolerium is not loved
By busy Man, and no one wanders there
Save He who follows Nature : He who seeks
Amidst thy craigs and storm-beat rocks to find
The marks of changes teaching the great laws
That raised the globe from Chaos. Or He whose soul
Is warm with fire poetic, He who feels
When Nature smiles in beauty, or sublime
Rises in majesty. He who can stand
Unaw'd upon thy summit clad in tempests
And view with raptured mind the roaring deep
Rise o’er thy foam-clad base, while the black cloud
Bursts with the fire of Heaven.

He whose heart
Is warm with love and mercy, He whose eye
Drops the bright tear when anxious Fancy paints

the Land's End. The upper stratum is composed of granite, the lower with the surrounding rocks of Shistus.

* The Islands of Scilly.

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Upon his mind the image of the Maid,
The blue-eyed Maid who died beneath thy surge.
Where

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dark cliff* o'ershadows the blue main
THEORA died amidst the stormy waves,
And on its feet the sea-dews wash'd her corpse
And the wild breath of storms shook her black locks.
Young was THEORA, bluer was her eye
Than the bright azure of the moonlight night,
Fair was her cheek as is the ocean cloud
Red with the morning ray.

Anidst the groves.
And greens and nodding rocks that overhang
The grey Killarney, passed her morning days
Bright with the beams of joy.

To Solitude To Nature and to God she

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her youth. Hence were her passions tuned to harmony. Her azure eye

oft glistened with the tear
Of sensibility, and her soft cheek
Glow'd with the blush of rapture. Hence she loved
To wander midst the green wood silvered o'er
By the bright moonbeam. Hence she loved the rocks

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* A Rock near the Land's End, called the Irish Lady,

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Crown'd with the nodding ivy: and the lake
Fair with the purple morning, and the sea
Expansive mingling with the arched sky.
Kindled by genius in her bosom glowed
The sacred fire of freedom. Hence she scorn'd
The narrow laws of custom that controul
Her feeble sex. Great in her energies
She roamed the fields of Nature, scann'd the laws
That move the ruling atoms, changing still,
Still rising into life. Her eagle eye
Piercing the blue immensity of space
Held converse with the lucid sons of Heaven
The day-stars of creation, or pursued
The dusky planets rolling round the sun
And drinking in his radiance, light and life.
Such was the Maiden ! such was she who fled
Her native shores.

Dark in the midnight cloud
When the wild blast upon its pinions bore
The dying shrieks of Erin's injured sons,*

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* The Irish Lady was shipwrecked at the Land's End about the time of the massacre of the Irish Protestants by the Catholics, in the reign of Charles the First.

She 'scaped the murderer's arm.

The British bark
Bore her across the ocean. From the west
The whirlwind rose, the fire-fraught clouds of Heaven
Were mingled with the wave. The shattered bark
Sunk at thy feet Bolerium : and the white surge
Closed on green Erin's daughter.

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DOMICILIARY VERSES.

DECEMBER 1795.

Invitingly yon single-storied cot
Peeps o'er the frosted heath. The broad, browa door,
Scaled of its white-wash, is so low that he
Who steps in upright, steps in jeopardy
To smite his forehead. Two projecting walls
Fence in the roomy fire-place. Close by each
Is set an oaken bench, on whose hard sides,
His sore impatience many a lubber loon,
Keen for his meal, has notched. Here, when silently
Coating the green and lozenged panes, thick snow
Bedims the scanty daylight, nestles the snug
Family, delighted up the chimney's shaft,
Illumining the chasm, to trace the spark's
Ascent; or touch with timid finger-tip
The faggot's hissing ooze, and snift the fumes.

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