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108 All look, all sigh, and call on Smedley lost ; Smedley in vain resounds thro' all the coast. Then* essay'd ; scarce vanish'd out of sight, He buoys up instant, and returns to light: He bears no token of the sabler streams, And mounts far off among the Swans of Thames.
 * True to the bottom, see Concanen creep,

A cold, long-winded, native of the deep: If perseverance gain the Diver's prize, Not everlasting Blackmore this denies: