SIR JOHN HANMER. I. AMERICA. GREAT people, whom across the Atlantic seas, Thy distance fades by changing moon's degrees; II. PETRARCA. NOT vainly didst thou sing thy lifetime long, And with the winds fan love's enduring flame, On her old walls at that electric theme. III. THE STEAMBOAT. WHITE Wings, that o'er the hyacinthine sea As once that antique lover of the cloud; While ye to veering winds were bowed and bent; And Ocean roared with his great voice aloud, Lashing his waves 'gainst isle and continent, Vexed with the wake that wheel-borne ship had ploughed. IV. THE PINE WOODS. We stand upon the Moorish mountain-side, Hear the great whirlwinds roaring loud and wide, V. SINGING-BIRDS. SWEET is thy voice, embowered Nightingale, Ye are the accepted poets: wheresoe'er Your notes have sounded, joy hath thither come, Fame wears ye not, that eats the hearts of some: And straight the importunate voice of self is done. |