There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
See, Winter comes to rule the varied world, Sullen and sad.
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thulé and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
