Ships in the calm seem anchor'd; for they glide
On the still sea, urg'd solely by the tide :
Art thou not present, this calm scene before,
Where all beside is pebbly length of shore,

And far as eye can reach, it can discern no more?
Yet sometimes comes a ruffling cloud to make
The quiet surface of the ocean shake;

As an awaken'd giant with a frown

Might show his wrath, and then to sleep sink down.
View now the Winter-storm! above, one cloud,
Black and unbroken, all the skies o'ershroud :
Th' unwieldy porpoise through the day before,
Had roll'd in view of boding men on shore;
And sometimes hid and sometimes show'd his form,
Dark as the cloud, and furious as the storm.

All where the eye delights, yet dreads, to roam, The breaking billows cast the flying foam

Upon the billows rising-all the deep

Is restless change; the waves so swell'd and steep,
Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells,
Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells:
But nearer land you may the billows trace,
As if contending in their watery chase;
May watch the mightiest till the shoal they reach.
Then break and hurry to their utmost stretch;
Curl'd as they come, they strike with furious force,
And then, re-flowing, take their grating course,

Raking the rounded flints, which ages past
Roll'd by their rage, and shall to ages last.

Far off the Petrel in the troubled way
Swims with her brood, or flutters in the spray;
She rises often, often drops again,

And sports at ease on the tempestuous main.

High o'er the restless deep, above the reach

Of gunner's hope, vast flocks of Wild-ducks stretch;

Far as the eye can glance on either side,

In a broad space and level line they glide;

All in their wedge-like figures from the north,
Day after day, flight after flight, go forth.

In-shore their passage tribes of sea-gulls urge,
And drop for prey within the sweeping surge;
Oft in the rough opposing blast they fly

Far back, then turn, and all their force apply,

While to the storm they give their weak complaining cry;

Or clap the sleek white pinion to the breast,
And in the restless ocean dip for rest.

Darkness begins to reign; the louder wind
Appals the weak, and awes the firmer mind;
But frights not him whom evening and the spray
In part conceal-yon Prowler on his way:
Lo! he has something seen; he runs apace,
As if he fear'd companion in the chase;

He sees his prize, and now he turns again,
Slowly and sorrowing-" Was your search in vain?"
Gruffly he answers, ""Tis a sorry sight!-

A seaman's body: there'll be more to-night!"

Hark to those sounds! they're from distress at sea :
How quick they come! What terrors may there be !
Yes, 'tis a driven vessel: I discern

Lights, signs of terror, gleaming from the stern.
Others behold them too, and from the town

In various parties seamen hurry down;

Their wives pursue, and damsels, urged by dread,

Lest men so dear be into danger led;

Their head the gown has hooded, and their call

In this sad night is piercing like the squall ;

They feel their kinds of power, and when they meet, Chide, fondle, weep, dare, threaten, or entreat.

See one poor girl, all terror and alarm,

Has fondly seiz'd upon her lover's arm;

"Thou shalt not venture ;" and he answers (6 No!
I will not:"-still she cries, "Thou shalt not go."
No need of this; not here the stoutest boat
Can through such breakers, o'er such billows float;
Yet may they view these lights upon the beach,
Which yield them hope whom help can never reach.

From parted clouds the moon her radiance throws
On the wild waves, and all the danger shows;
But shows them beaming in her shining vest,
Terrific splendour! gloom in glory dress'd!

This for a moment, and then clouds again
Hide every beam, and fear and darkness reign.

But hear we not those sounds? Do lights appear?

I see them not! the storm alone I hear :

And lo! the sailors homeward take their way;

Man must endure-let us submit and pray.

NEXT to these ladies, but in nought allied,
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died.
Noble he was, contemning all things mean,
His truth unquestion'd, and his soul serene :
Of no man's presence Isaac felt afraid;

At no man's question Isaac look'd dismay'd;