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10 Literary Gazette, 2nd February, 1822, Page 71

ORIGINAL POETRY

POETIC SKETCHES. Sketch Fourth. I do love These old remembrances—they are to me The heart’s best intercourse; I love to feel The griefs, the happiness, the wayward fates Of those that have been, for these memories Hallow the spot whereon they linger, and Waken our kindliest sympathies.

The shore was reefed with rocks, whose rugged sides Were venturous footing for the fowler's step: They were shaped out in wild and curious forms, Above all jagged and broken, but below The waves had worn the shaggy points away; For there they rave incessantly. When last I past along the beach, it was at eve, A summer's eve, stormy, but beautiful; I could but look upon the western sky, The rest was hidden from my view; but there The day had spent its glory. One rich light Broke thro' the shadow of the tempest's wing, While the black clouds, with gold and purple edged, Caught every moment warmer hues, until 'Twas all one sparkling arch, and, like a king In triumph o'er his foes, the Sun-god sought The blue depths of the sea;—the waters yet Were ruffled with the storm, and the white foam Yet floated on the billows, while the wind Murmured at times like to an angry child, Who sobs even in his slumber. Mid the rocks That rose stern barriers to the rebel waves, There was one spot less rugged than the rest: Some firs had taken root there, and waved o'er The entrance of a cave, where Grecian bards Had said some Sea-maid dwelt, and decked the place