There is a pleasure in the pathless | woods, 11 on the lonely | shore, rapture There is a where | none in- | trudes, | By the deep | sea, | and | music | in its | roar. I love not man | the | less, but | nature | more, | From these our | interviews in which I steal | From all I may be, | or | have been | be- | fore, To mingle with the universe, | and feel | What I can ne'er ex- | press, yet cannot | all | con- ceal. 11|17| Roll | onthou | deep | and | dark | blue | ocean, | Troll! ||77| | |in| Ten thousand fleets || sweep over thee in vain, |11|77| Man marks the earth with | ruin, || his con | trol | Stops with the shore; upon the watery | plain, | The wrecks are | all | thy | deed; nor doth re- | main | A shadow of | man's | ravage, save his | | | own 711 When for a moment, like a | drop of | rain, | He sinks into thy | depths with | bubbling | groan, | Without a grave, un- | knell'd, un| Į coffin'd, and un- | known. His steps are not upon thy | paths; | thy | fields | And howling haply | lies | bay, 111 Are not a spoil | for | him; thou dost a- | rise | And | shake him | from thee; || the | vile | strength he wields | | For earth's de- | struction, || thou dost | all des- | pise, Spurning him from thy | bosom, to the skies, I And send'st him | shivering in thy | playful spray | to his Gods, 11 where | | | His petty | hope, in | some | near | port | or | quake, 171 Of rock-built | cities, || bidding | nations | | Their clay cre- ator the | vain | title | | take, Of lord of thee, │and | arbiter of | war! | | | These are thy toys, and as the | snowy | flake, | They melt into thy | yeast of waves, mar | which | A- | like the Ar- | mada's | pride, | or | spoils of Trafal- | gar. | Thy shores are | empires || chang'd in | all | save thee, Assyria, Greece, Carthage, || what are they? | Rome, Thy waters | wasted them while they were free, And many a | tyrant | since: their | shores obey | The stranger, | slave, | or | savage; || their Time writes no | wrinkle on thine | azure | brow; | | Such as cre- | ation's | dawn | be- | held, 1 thou❘rollest | now. ||19| Thou, glorious | mirror where the Almighty's | form |11| Glasses itself in | tempests; in all| time, Calm or con- | vuls'd in | breeze | or | gale, | or storm, Icing the pole, | or in the | torrid | clime | boundless, ¦ ¦ endless, Dark | heaving; The monsters of the | deep | are | made: | 171 each zone | thou | goest | forth | dread | O-beys thee; 971 And I have loved thee, | Ocean! and my | joy | Of | youthful | sports | was on thy | breast | to be | Borne, like thy | bubbles, | onward: from a | boy | I wanton'd with thy | breakers; they to me | Were a de- light; || and if the freshening | And laid my hand upon thy name, as I | LORD THURLOW'S REPLY TO THE DUKE OF GRAFTON. The Duke had (in the House of Lords) reproached Lord Thurlow with his plebian extraction, and his recent admission to the peerage. Lord Thurlow rose from the woolsack, and advanced slowly to the place from which the Chancellor addresses the House, then fixing his eye upon the Duke, spoke as follows. My Lords,|| Iam a- | mazed, yes, side of him, with- | out| seeing | some peer, who owes his | seat speech. The noble duke | cannot | | look be- | fore him, | be- | hind him, noble | in this house | sion to which owe it to these, an accident? as to | being the accident 117 To | all these | noble | Lords, the | language of the | noble | Duke | as it is to is as applicable | and as in- | sulting to meet it single and a- | lone. |11|79 No one venerates the | peerage | more than I do. [1 But my Lords, I must say 17 that the peerage | so- | licited | me, not I the peerage. |11|11| speaker dian of his majesty's | conscience, as guar as Lord | high | Chancellor of | England, |17| nay, even in that | character | a- | lone, in | which the noble | duke would | think it an af- | front ។ | ។ to be con- | sidered, but which character | | | none can de- | ny me, 17| as a | MAN,| I am at this moment | as res- | pectable; I I beg leave to add, as much re- | spected, as the proudest | peer|I| now | look | down upon, 19771 |