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OT when the winter's wild south-western blast
Scatters thy spray-flakes, furious, loud, and fast, But when thy surf with slow and solemn swell Booms on the ear, I love thee, Ocean, well. 'Tis sweet to lie fanned by thy healthful breeze, Stretched on the shore in meditative ease, Whilst influences tremble through the frame, Felt inwardly, but which we cannot name. And sweet to share with those we love the best, Old recreations in new colours dressed ; With rhymes and tales that to the seas belong, Of Proteus' wreathed horn, or mermaid's fabled song.
Here children on the sands, or pebbly beach,
very sport learn more than books can teach.
Some bolder stand, unmoved, in act to brave
But when low tide reveals the ocean-bed,
ON THE TERRACE AT SOMERSET
THE fair round moon sheds down her dewy light
Upon this noble terrace, and reveals The long perspective of the balustrades With light and shade alternating; o'erhead The sky is frosty, and Orion slants Athwart the level haze; an eager air Comes freshening from the bosom of the Thames ; Against the granite wall the quick spring-tide Laps audibly, as though on living crags; A barge that seems self-moved-a dusky shape-Glides onward, like a dream ; but with the dash Of the heavy plunging oar, that breaks the moon's Calm image to ten thousand luminous waves, And eddies, and bright points, I see her form From stem to stern; the dark hull swims in light. Another soon will follow, for I hear The capstan's clink, and voice of one that weighs His anchor to old snatches of a song.
Yon bridge—those wondrous rows of pendent lamps-
OLD MASTER NASH OF WINDRUSH.
A VILLAGE PORTRAIT.
SHEPHERD for eighty long summers and
winters, He followed his trade, without stirring adventures, On the ridge of the wild windy Cotswold, alone With his dog, and his flock, and the gray walls of
Overburden'd with well-nigh a century's weight,
Snow-white is his hair, and the hues of his cheek Long acquaintance with rain, dews, and sunshine, be
speak; Still, though now for a crutch he abandons his crook, He's at yeaning-time called to advise and o'erlook.