In the sea’s breast it pours its pride and slime!
THE WISH.
FROM THE ITALIAN.
Oh! that in some far solitude,
Where earthly cares might ne’er intrude,
From man’s vain pomp and friendship free,
My lot of joy were fixed with thee!
Where thou alone shouldst prove and share
My wealth, my greatness, and my care;
Where all the heaven I sought on high