On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
Catherine M. Fanshawe (1764-1834): Enigma. The letter H.
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Oh, it 's a snug little island!
A right little, tight little island.
Thomas Dibdin (1771-1841): The snug little Island.
And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.