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��though at his own expcncc, in justice to the Author of the noblest narrative Poem in the English language, af- ter the Faerie Qleene, and Paradise Lost.
' When evening came, tdwaid the echoing shore,
' I and Cadwalloii ualk'o together forth ;
' lirit^ht with dilated glur^ shone the west;
' 13ut brighter la,> liie nccaii flood belun,
' The buniish'd silver sea, thut heav'd and flash'd
' Its lestlcss rajs intolerably bright.
" I'liice !" quoth C'adwallon, " iliou hast rode the waves
" 111 tiiuniiih when the lovaMer fi-lt thine aim.
" (), what a nobler coiK)ui'St miijhl tit- won
" '1 h- re, — (i|<oii that h i(J<- lield '." — " What meanestthuu ?"
' I cried i — " that mukU r n.iiers .iie not ■•picad
" A bouiidlis.-' wui-le, a iiiumif iiin, as-able ;
Thai thiiii sliixildsi Mile the «-liiiii n> , — iliat there
" Might maiilj couiai>.e, iiianlj vvisdom Imd
- ' Some happj isle, some undiscover'd shoie,
•' Some rest'Og phuc for peace. (Jli I tiial my soul
" Ciiuld seize llie m in^iS of niorniiig .' soun would I
" Behold that oilier woihl. where yonder tun
" Now speeds to dawn in jjlory."
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