THE SHIPWRECK. CANTO I. I. A SHIP from Egypt, o'er the deep impelled Had crowned each painful voyage with success; Still to compensate toils and hazards past Thrice had the sun to rule the varying year And now, that winter deepens round the Pole, Before whose vivid intellectual ray Distress recedes, and danger melts away: The chalky cliff's salute their longing eyes; Each to his breast, where floods of rapture roll, Nor less o'erjoyed, with sympathetic truth, Thus time elapsed, while o'er the pathless tide Mark the fell track of desolating war! Here arts and commerce with auspicious reign To crown the vallies with eternal green: B |