LEWESDON HILL

A

POEM.

Χαιρ' ω πεδόν αγχιαλον,

Και μ' ευπλοια πεμψον αμέμπτως
Ενθ' ή μεγάλη μοιρα κομίζει,
-χῳ πανδαμάτωρ

Δαίμων, ος ταυτ' επέκρανεν.

SOPH.

Farewell thy printlefs fands and pebbly shore !

I hear the white surge beat thy coast no more,

Pure, gentle fource of the high, rapturous mood!.

-Wheree'er, like the great Flood, by thy dread force
Propell'd-shape Thou my calm, my blameless course,
Heaven, Earth and Ocean's Lord ! and Father of the Good!!

OXFORD:

AT THE CLARENDON PRESS, MDCCLXXXVIII.
SOLD BY D. PRINCE AND J. COOKE, OXFORD:
J. F. AND C. RIVINGTON,

T. CADELL, AND R. FAULDER, LONDON.

1 A. 1933

B

RIGHT REVEREND FATHER IN GOD

JONAT

NATHAN

LORD BISHOP OF ST. ASAPH

WHO IN A LEARNED FREE AND LIBERAL AGE

IS HIMSELF MOST HIGHLY DISTINGUISHED

BY EXTENSIVE USEFUL AND ELEGANT LEARNING

BY A DISINTERESTED SUPPORT OF FREEDOM

AND BY A TRULY CHRISTIAN LIBERALITY OF MIND

THIS POEM

WITH ALL RESPECT IS DEDICATED

BY HIS LORDSHIP'S MOST OBLIGED

AND MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT

THE AUT H O R.