He wish’d ’mongst Heroes to be rank’d and known,
An Emanation from himself alone.
Alert and active, stretched is every Sail,
To catch the impulse from the ready Gale;
The Frigate glides with smooth and steady sweep
O’er the wide surface of th’ unfathomed Deep.
In elegance and ease they pass’d each Day,
The willing Breeze impell’d them on their Way.
The Rock of Lisbon, towering in height—