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For there, by sea-dews nurs'd and airs marine, The Chelidonium blows; in glaucous green, Each refluent tide the thorn'd Eryngium laves, And its pale leaves seem tinctured by the waves; And half-way up the cliff, whose rugged brow Hangs o'er the ever toiling surge below, Springs the light Tamarisk.—The summit bare, Is tufted by the Statice; and there, Crush'd by the fisher, as he stands to mark Some distant signal or approaching bark, The Saltwort's starry stalks are thickly sown, Like humble worth, unheeded and unknown!

From depths where corals spring from chrystal caves, And break with scarlet branch, the eddying waves,