Great Ocean with its everlasting voice,
As in perpetual jubilee, proclaim’d
The wonders of the Almighty, filling thus
The pauses of their fervent orisons.
Where better could the wanderers rest than here?
II.
RODERICK IN SOLITUDE.
Twelve months they sojourn’d in their solitude,
And then beneath the burthen of old age
Romano sunk. No brethren were there here