At the Isle of Wight. 1793
How sweet the walk along the woody steep
When all the summer seas are charmed to sleep;
While on the distant sands the tide retires
Its last faint murmur on the ear expires;
The setting sun [ ] his growing round
On the low promontory--purple bound
For many a league a line of gold extends,
Now lessened half his glancing disc de[scends]
The watry sands athwart the [ ? ]
Flush [ ] sudden [ ? ] not [ ]
While anchored vessels scattered fa[r] [ ]
Darken with shadowy hulks [ ]
O'er earth o'er air and oce[an] [ ]
Tranquillity extends her [ ]
But hark from yon proud fleet in peal profound
Thunders the sunset cannon; at the sound
The star of life appears to set in blood,
And ocean shudders in offended mood,
Deepening with moral gloom his angry flood.
When all the summer seas are charmed to sleep;
While on the distant sands the tide retires
Its last faint murmur on the ear expires;
The setting sun [ ] his growing round
On the low promontory--purple bound
For many a league a line of gold extends,
Now lessened half his glancing disc de[scends]
The watry sands athwart the [ ? ]
Flush [ ] sudden [ ? ] not [ ]
While anchored vessels scattered fa[r] [ ]
Darken with shadowy hulks [ ]
O'er earth o'er air and oce[an] [ ]
Tranquillity extends her [ ]
But hark from yon proud fleet in peal profound
Thunders the sunset cannon; at the sound
The star of life appears to set in blood,
And ocean shudders in offended mood,
Deepening with moral gloom his angry flood.
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