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Poetry.
Vanish the horrid scene , and turn the eyes To where Britannia ' s ' chalky cliffs arise . — What tho' beneath ' her rougher air , A less luxuriant soil we share ; '" ' . , Tho ' often , o ' er her brightest day , Sails the thick storm , and shrouds the solar ray . ; No purple vintage . tho' she boast ,
No ' olive shade her ruder coast ; Yet here immortal . Freedom reigns , And Law protects what Labour gains ; And as her manly sons Behold The cultur'd farm , the teeming fold , See Commerce spread . to ev'ry gale , ,. From every shoi ; e , hcr swelling sail , Jocund they raise . the choral lay
To celebrate , th' auspicious day , By Heav'n selected from the laughing year , Sacred to patriot worth ,, to patriot bosoms dear .
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ON SEEING THE LATE L . O R D . CHANCELLOR AT SCARBOROUGH SOON AFTER THE KING ' RECOVERY .
[ Never before printed . " ]
BY -J . F . STANFIELD .
THE purple wave that ki . s > 'd theiavour'd shore , Where BRITAIN ^ monarch meets HYGEIA ' S smile * ,. Borne by th' impulsive , tide tb . mix its store With the Germanic flood , that . laves our ' isle , - Tremblingly lingers on the silver sand , '' Stay'd by yon waving trident and uplifted hand . For , from th ' embattled rock that breaksthe storm
. . , And shakes the . fury of the winter's wave , ' See , slowly " rising , NE P TUNE ' S hoary form Tow ' r on the brink of yoncier sea-scbop'd cave ! The clarion-shells , re-echoing far and . wide , Convene the watry pow ' rs along the breaking tide . ' The pearl-crown'd , sovereign cries : — . " . Yeguardian pow'rs ' Who fence the crystal , bounds of ' this my isle , — ' ' Who wing the thundersof her '
. . floating tow'rs , Or waft her commerce round with lib ' ral toil , Say , can you pass these shores where honour reigns , And not wi th yonder pealing crowd conjoin your strains ? Late I led forth your bands-in glad array—DORSETIA ' S b . liows glitter'd with the train ; We hail'd the lustre of th' auspicious day , ' When BRUNSWICK . met us on his subject main . In my own coral car , thron'ri by my side , My triple . spear I gave , and bad him rule the-tide .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Vanish the horrid scene , and turn the eyes To where Britannia ' s ' chalky cliffs arise . — What tho' beneath ' her rougher air , A less luxuriant soil we share ; '" ' . , Tho ' often , o ' er her brightest day , Sails the thick storm , and shrouds the solar ray . ; No purple vintage . tho' she boast ,
No ' olive shade her ruder coast ; Yet here immortal . Freedom reigns , And Law protects what Labour gains ; And as her manly sons Behold The cultur'd farm , the teeming fold , See Commerce spread . to ev'ry gale , ,. From every shoi ; e , hcr swelling sail , Jocund they raise . the choral lay
To celebrate , th' auspicious day , By Heav'n selected from the laughing year , Sacred to patriot worth ,, to patriot bosoms dear .
Verses
VERSES
ON SEEING THE LATE L . O R D . CHANCELLOR AT SCARBOROUGH SOON AFTER THE KING ' RECOVERY .
[ Never before printed . " ]
BY -J . F . STANFIELD .
THE purple wave that ki . s > 'd theiavour'd shore , Where BRITAIN ^ monarch meets HYGEIA ' S smile * ,. Borne by th' impulsive , tide tb . mix its store With the Germanic flood , that . laves our ' isle , - Tremblingly lingers on the silver sand , '' Stay'd by yon waving trident and uplifted hand . For , from th ' embattled rock that breaksthe storm
. . , And shakes the . fury of the winter's wave , ' See , slowly " rising , NE P TUNE ' S hoary form Tow ' r on the brink of yoncier sea-scbop'd cave ! The clarion-shells , re-echoing far and . wide , Convene the watry pow ' rs along the breaking tide . ' The pearl-crown'd , sovereign cries : — . " . Yeguardian pow'rs ' Who fence the crystal , bounds of ' this my isle , — ' ' Who wing the thundersof her '
. . floating tow'rs , Or waft her commerce round with lib ' ral toil , Say , can you pass these shores where honour reigns , And not wi th yonder pealing crowd conjoin your strains ? Late I led forth your bands-in glad array—DORSETIA ' S b . liows glitter'd with the train ; We hail'd the lustre of th' auspicious day , ' When BRUNSWICK . met us on his subject main . In my own coral car , thron'ri by my side , My triple . spear I gave , and bad him rule the-tide .