XXXIV
ON BEING STRANDED NEAR THE HARBOUR OF BOULOGNE
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore,
Ye furious waves! a patriotic Son
Of England—who in hope her coast had won,
His project crowned, his pleasant travel o'er?
Well—let him pace this noted beach once more,
That gave the Roman his triumphal shells;[JF]
That saw the Corsican his cap and bells
Haughtily shake, a dreaming Conqueror!—