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armed by this enchanting scene, 10 The ideal form; but though such things are not, He who has ever felt a thought refined; He who has wandered on the sea of life, Forming delightful visions of a home Of beauty and repose; he who has loved, With filial warmth his country, will not pass Without a look of more than tenderness On all the scene; from where the pensile birch Bends on the bank, amid the clustered group Of the dark hollies; to the woody shore 20 That steals diminished, to the distant spires Of Hampton, crowning the long lucid wave. White in the sun, beneath the forest-shade, Full shines the frequent sail, like Vanity, As she goes onward in her glittering trim, Amid the glances of life's transient morn, Calling on all to view her! Vectis[104] there, That slopes its greensward to the lambent wave, And shows through softest haze its woods and domes, 30 With gray St Catherine's[105] creeping to the sky, Seems like a modest maid, who charms the more Concealing half her beauties. To the East, Proud, yet complacent, on its subject realm, With masts innumerable thronged, and hulls Seen indistinct, but formidable, mark Albion's vast fleet, that, like the impatient storm, Waits but the word to thunder and flash death On him who dares approach to violate 40 The shores and living scenes that smile secure Beneath its dragon-watch! Long may they smile! And long, majestic Albion (while the sound From East to West, from Albis[106] to the Po, Of dark contention hurtles), may'st thou rest, As calm and beautiful this sylvan scene Looks on the refluent wave that steals below. [103] A beautiful seat of Henry Drummond, Esq. [104] The Isle of Wight. [105] The highest slowly-rising eminence in the Isle of Wight, seen from the river. [106] The Elbe. THE LAST SONG OF CAMOENS.[107] The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side, And airs of summer swelled the yellow tide, When, rising from his melancholy bed, And faint, and feebly by Antonio[108] led, Poor Camoens, subdued by want and woe, Along the winding margin wandered slow, His harp, that once could
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