Forth from his eyry rous'd in dread, The perfect spell shall then avail, ANTISTROPHE. Beyond the measure vast of thought, Saw Britain link'd to his now adverse strand,‡ No sea between, nor cliff sublime and hoary, * The Dutch, among whom there are severe penalties for those who are convicted of killing this bird. They are kept tame in almost all their towns, and particularly at the Hague, of the arms of which they make a part. The common people of Holland are said to entertain a superstitious sentiment, that if the whole species of them should become extinct, they would lose their liberties. + Queen Elizabeth. This tradition is mentioned by several of our old historians. Some naturalists too have endeavoured to support the probability of the fact by arguments drawn from the correspondent disposition of the two opposite coasts. I do not remember that any poetical use has been hitherto made of it. He pass'd with unwet feet thro' all our land. The wild waves found another way, Where Orcas howls, his wolfish mountains rounding; Till all the banded west at once 'gan rise, A wide wild storm e'en nature's self confounding, In thunders dread was push'd aside, And down the should'ring billows borne. And see, like gems, her laughing train, The little isles on ev'ry side, * Mona, once hid from those that search the main, And Wight, who checks the west'ring tide, For thee consenting Heav'n has each bestow'd, A fair attendant on her sov'reign pride: There is a tradition in the Isle of Man, that a mermaid, becoming enamoured of a young man of extraordinary beauty, took an opportunity of meeting him one day as he walked on the shore, and opened her passion to him, but was received with coldness, occasioned by his horror and surprise at her appearance. This, however, was so misconstrued by the sea lady, that in revenge for his treatment of her, she punished the whole island, by covering it with a mist; so that all who attempted to carry on any commerce with it, either never arrived at it, but wandered up and down the sea, or were on a sudden wrecked upon its cliffs. To thee this blest divorce she ow'd, For thou hast made her vales thy lov'd, thy last abode ! SECOND EPODE. Then, too, 'tis said, an hoary pile, Hear their consorted Druids sing Their triumphs to th' immortal string. may the Poet now unfold How What never tongue or numbers told? How learn delighted, and amaz'd, What hands unknown that fabric rais'd? Ye forms divine, ye laureate band, |