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ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN.
Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling place,
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin-his control Stops with the shore ;-upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, Then dashest him again to earth :—there let him lay. The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator 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, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts :-not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure browSuch as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, (Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving,)-boundless, endless, and sublime— The image of Eternity-the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
I wantoned with thy breakers-they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane-as I do here.
THE THUNDER STORM.—.
Oh for evening's brownest shade;
Round the hermitage of health
Through the dim delirious air,
And the wanness of despair.
Clouds on clouds portentous spread;
Hung on nature's shrinking head.
As the mighty thunder rolls?
From the centre to the poles.
Darkness, wild with horror, forms
God of Vengeance! from above
Spare, oh spare a guilty world.
Messenger of Mercy still;
Sweetly sings the sun to rest;
ADDRESS TO A MUMMY.
And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes' streets, three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory,
And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Speak! for thou long enough hast acted dummy,
Thou hast a tongue-come let us hear its tone; Thou'rt standing on thy legs, above ground, Mummy! Revisiting the glimpses of the moon,
Not like thin ghosts or disembodied creatures,
Tell us for doubtless thou canst recollect,
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame?
Of either Pyramid that bears his name!
By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade;
In Memnon's statue which at sunrise played? Perhaps thou wert a priest-if so, my struggles Are vain,-Egyptian priests ne'er owned their juggles. Perchance that very hand, now pinioned flat,
Has hob-a-nobb'd with Pharaoh glass to glass;
Or doff'd thine own, to let Queen Dido pass.
I need not ask thee if that hand, when armed,