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SEPTEMBER 1, 1802.
Among the capricious acts of tyranny that disgraced
We had a female Passenger who came
COMPOSED IN THE VALLEY NEAR DOVER, ON THE DAY OF LANDING.
Herb, on our native soil, we breathe once more.
The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that sound
Of bells;—those boys who in yon meadowground
In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the roar
Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore;— 5
All, -all are English. Oft have I looked round
With joy in Kent's green vales ; but never found
Myself so satisfied in heart before.
Aug. 30, 1802.
Inland, within a hollow vale, I stood;
And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear,
The coast of France—the coast of France how
near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood 5
Was like a lake, or river bright and fair,
Strength to the brave, and Power, and Deity; Yet in themselves are nothing! One decree Spake laws to them, and said that by the soul Only, the Nations shall be great and free.
THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF
Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,
There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee 5