'Tis mine, retired beneath this cavern hoar That stands all lonely on the sea beat shore, Far other themes of deep distrefs to sing Than ever trembled from the vocal string; OCT.1.1819. THE SHIPWRECK. INTRODUCTION. WHILE jarring interests wake the world to arms, Where hostile elements conflicting rise, The varied pang of exquisite distress; That sweeps the wild harp with a plaintive sound; 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? Smote by the freezing, or the scorching blast, But while he measured o'er the painful race Adversity, companion of his way, Still o'er the victim hung with iron sway, |