Beats thy brave breast for formidable scenes,
Where fame and empire wait upon the sword? 790
See fields in blood; hear naval thunders rise;
Britannia’s voice! that awes the world to peace.
How yon enormous mole projecting breaks 793
The mid-sea, furious waves! Their roar amidst,
Out-speaks the Deity, and says, “O main!
Thus far, nor farther; new restraints obey.”
Earth’s disembowell’d! measured are the skies!
Stars are detected in their deep recess!