SONNET.

OH! thou storm-beaten Harp! whom erst the wave,
As in despite flung from the greedy sea,
When the ship-foundering tempest hung on thee,
Rock-built Colonna! - Mockery to save;
While the Mosambique, hungry as the grave,
Howl'd o'er the midnight surges for his prey.
So are they gone, each favouring deity,
And not a conch is sounding from the cave,
Of the god-peopled ocean! - Hark, the strain,
That won the gentle dolphin to display
Congenial love, and far from death his prey

Bear o'er the charmèd billow. - Ah! in vain,
Tuneful Arion! is thy dying lay

Along the silver waters heard again.

Benhall, June 1, 1836.

J. MITFORD.

Description of the Ship, as seen by the Inhabitants of

Speeches of the Master and his Mates, on their alarm-

ing situation

Albert's Exhortation

Mizzen-mast cut away

THIRD CANTO.

Ship put before the Wind

Falconera

View of the renowned Cities of Greece

Scudding

Daybreak

Lee Shore-St. George's Cliffs

Land of Athens appears

Ship laid broadside to the Shore

She strikes

A Poem, sacred to the Memory of His Royal Highness

Frederic Prince of Wales

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Ode, on the Duke of York's second Departure from Eng-