And ratify the tale? Arcadian scenes,

Rivals of Tempe, and Sicilian plains,

Accept the tribute of my grateful praise!

'Mid England's provinces, unconquer❜d Kent, Conspicuous shines in chequer'd scenery,

From Dover's cliffs impending o'er the deep, To Hawkhurst's richly interspers'd domain, And Tunbridge, fam'd for rill medicinal,

And lovely prospect; Health attends thee here, Nurs'd in the lap of Beauty; why recount

The aggregate of meadow, heath, and glen, ' Woodland, and cultivation, that attract,

And charm the eye, with sweet variety?

Lo! foggy Sussex spreads her line of coast,

From Hastings westward, to the shingly strand
Of Rottingdean, obnoxious to the breeze;
And garish Brighton-and Southampton-o'er
Dorsetia's downs to Weymouth's tranquil beach
That sleeps secure in Portland's rude embrace.
And thou, the youth whom artless numbers
charm-

If e'er to Vecta's isle thy footsteps tend,

A lonely wanderer; deign to cast a thought

On him, who erst in simple melody

Breath'd soft the plaintive strain; till snatch'd

away

To climes remote-from Mistress and from

friend

Loath to depart, his eye liv'd on the shore, Till indistinctness dimm'd the range of sight:

For me;-tho' Bards have left thy name unsung,

No trace of Vernon in the rolls of Fame

Still shall my puny efforts be employ'd,
From dark Oblivion's whelming shade to save
Thy genuine worth, and powers innate of song:
And, when o'er Vecta's varied scenes I roam,

Memory, in sighs, shall whisper Vernon's name;

Not unattractive to the

eye of taste

Witness the enchanting scenery of Foy!

High, on a wood-envelop'd mount, appear

Restormel's Princely ruins ivy-clad,

The seat of Cornwall's Dukes in days of

yore:

Whence, from the sally-port, the well mail'd

chief

Outrush'd, with ponderous battle axe prepar'd

To charge the Foe; réturning home at eve,

(Clos'd the portcullis) deep libations drown

The sense of toil; and sleep succeeds the feast.

Fractur❜d the face of Devon;-Ilfracomb

Uprears her slaty cliffs above the wave;

Dartmoor presents a desolate expanse

Studded with Tors;-nor must unnotic'd pass

Lidford's cascade; nor Brent's conspicuous

Fane,

Perch'd on a rock; nor Pomeroy's remains

In picturesque seclusion; nor the bay

Of Babicomb; nor, in its shelter'd nook

Torquay; nor, Dartmouth, thy sequester'd

mart.

Mount Edgecumbe boasts a Paradise marine;

Nor should Oblivion shade thy rivulet,
Arcadian Sidmouth: can the Muse forget

Linton's umbrageous mount, and rocky vale?

Or Linmouth's deep recess? the banks of Teign

Teem with a waste of beauty; speckled cliffs

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