Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
With arching Wings, the sea-mew o'er my head
Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging
Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts,
Now floats upon the air, and sends from far
A wildly-wailing Note.
Now first published from an MS. Compare Fragment No. [29] of Fragments from a Notebook.
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OVER MY COTTAGE
The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch;
But Prudence sits upon the watch;
Nor Dun nor Doctor lifts the latch!
1799. First published from an MS. in 1893. Suggested by Lessing's Sinngedicht No. 104.
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In the lame and limping metre of a barbarous Latin poet—