INTRODUCTION TO THE POEM. WHILE jarring interests wake the world to arms, And fright the peaceful vale with dire alarms, Sick of the scene, where War with ruthless hand A Till Hope expires, and Peril and Dismay The varied pang of exquisite distress; If e'er with trembling hope I.fondly strayed Or listen to the enchanting voice of Love, The sad Memorial of a Tale of Woe! The fate, in lively sorrow, to deplore Of Wanderers shipwrecked on a leeward shore. Alas! neglected by the sacred Nine, To plough the Tide where wintery tempests roar? 'Twas his the vast and trackless Deep to rove; Smote by the freezing, or the scorching blast, But while he measured o'er the painful race |