MEMOIRS OF 



are highly fo ; but we find a great deal of 

 Milton's manner in the progrefs of the 

 tale, written in view of the rocks on which 

 the Halfewell {truck. 



LEWESDON HILL. 



See how the fun,, here clouded, afar off 

 Pours down the golden radiance of his light 

 Upon th' enridged fea, where the black fliip 

 Sails on the phofpher-feaming waves. So fair, 

 But falfely flattering, was yon furface calm, 

 "When forth for India fail'd, in evil hour, 

 That vefiel, whofe difaftrous fate, when told, 

 Fill'd every breail with horror, and each eye 

 With piteous tears, fo cruel was the lofs ! 

 Methiiiks I fee her, by the wintry ftorm 

 Shattcr'd and driven along paft yonder ifle ' 

 She drove, her lateft hope by ftrength or art, 

 To gain the port within it j or at worft, 

 To fhun that harbourlefs and hollow coaft, 

 From Portland eaftward to the Promontory, 

 Where (till St. Albans high-built chapel Hands. 

 But art nor ftrength avail her, on flie drives, 

 In ftorm and darknefs, to that fatal coaft ! 

 And there, mid rocks and high o'erhanging cliffs, 

 Dafti'd piteoufly, with all her precious freight 



Was 



