6:15. Haven.
"It was a still
And calmy bay, on the one side sheltered
With the brode shadow of an hoarie hill;
On th' other side an high rock towred still,
That twixt them both a pleasaunt port they made,
And did like an halfe theatre fulfill."
—Spenser, Faerie Queene.
"And overhead upgrew
Insuperable height of loftiest shade,
Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm,
A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend
Shade above shade, a woody theatre
Of stateliest view."
—Milton, Paradise Lost.
"Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side,
Woods over woods in gay theatric pride."
—Goldsmith, Traveller.
"In one they find a lone sequestered place,
Where, to a crescent curved, the shore extends
Two moony horns, that in their sweep embrace
A spacious bay,—a rock the port defends;
Inward it fronts, and broad to ocean bends
Its back, whereon each dashing billow dies,
When the wind rises and the storm descends;
While here and there two lofty crags arise,
Whose towers, far out at sea, salute the sailor's eyes.
Safe sleep the silent seas beneath; above,
Black arching woods o'ershade the circled scene:
Within, a grotto opens, in the grove,
Pleasant with flowers, with moss, with ivies green,
And waters warbling in the depths unseen;
Needed nor twisted rope nor anchor there
For weary ships."
—Tasso, Jerusalem Delivered.
