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Urged by imperious Want, you dare Scale the loose cliff, where Gannets hide, Or scarce suspended, in the air Hang perilous; and thus provide The soft voluptuous couch, which not secures To Luxury's pamper'd minions, sleep like yours.

Revolving still, the waves that now Just ripple on the level shore, Have borne perchance the Indian's prow, Or half congeal'd, 'mid ice rocks hoar, Raved to the Walrus' hollow roar; Or have by currents swift convey'd    To the cold coast of Labrador, The relics of the tropic shade;