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In all our Britanny

There's not a fairer,

Nor can you fit any,

Should you compare her.

Angels her eyelids keep,

All hearts surprising;

DRAYTON'S POEMS.

Which look whilst she doth sleep Like the Sun's rising:

She alone of her kind

Knoweth true measure,
And her unmatched mind
Is Heaven's treasure.

cho. On thy bank,
In a rank,

Let thy swans sing her,
And with their music

Along let them bring her.
Fair Dove and Darwent clear,
Boast ye your beauties,
To Trent your mistress here
Yet pay you duties.
My love was higher born

Tow'rds the full fountains,
Yet she doth Moorland scorn,

And the Peak mountains;

Nor would she none should dream Where she abideth,

Humble as is the stream,

Which by her slideth. cho. On thy bank,

In a rank,

Let thy swans sing her,

And with their music

Along let them bring her. Yet my poor rustic Muse,

Nothing can move her, Nor the means I can use,

Though her true lover: Many a long winter's night Have I wak'd for her, Yet this my piteous plight Nothing can stir her. All thy sands, silver Trent, Down to the Humber, The sighs that I have spent Never can number. cho. On thy bank,

In a rank,

Let thy swans sing her,
And with their music

Along let them bring her.
Taken with this sudden song,
Least for mirth when he doth look,
His sad heart more deeply stung
Than the former care he took.
At their laughter and amaz'd,
For a while be sat aghast;
But a little having gaz'd,
Thus he them bespake at last.

"Is this time for mirth, "(quoth he)
"To a man with grief opprest?
Sinful wretches as you be,
May the sorrows in my breast
Light upou you one by one;
And as now you mock my woe,
When your mirth is turn'd to moan,
May your like then se ve you so."

When one swain among the rest Thus him merrily bespake:

"Get thee up, thou arrant beast,
Fits this season love to make?
Take thy sheep-hook in thy hand,
Clap thy cur and set him on;
For our fields 'tis time to stand,
Or they quickly will be gone.
Roguish swincherds, that repine
At our flocks, like beastly clowns,
Swear that they will bring their swine,
And will root up all our downs:
They their holly whips have brac'd,
And tough hazel goads have got;
Soundly they your sides will baste,
If their courage fail them not.
Of their purpose if they speed,
It is neither Droan nor Reed,
Shepherds, that will serve your turn.
Angry Olcon sets them on,
And against us part doth take,
Ever since he was out-gone,
Off'ring rhymes with us to make.
Yet if so our sheep-hooks hold,
Dearly shall our downs be bought;
For it never shall be told,

We our sheep-walks sold for naught.
And we here have got us dogs,

Best of all the western breed,

Which though whelps shall lug their hogs,
Till they make their ears to bleed.
Therefore, shepherd, come away."
When as Dorilus arose,
Whistles Cut-tail from his play,
And along with them he goes,

THE POLY-OLBION,

PREFACE.

TO THE GENERAL READER,

[WHEN MR. DRAYTON PUBLISHED EIGHTEEN SONGS ONLY OF THIS POEM.]

Is publishing this my poem, there is this great disadvantage against me, that it cometh out at this time, when verses are wholly deduced to chambers, and nothing esteemed in this lunatic age, but what is kept in cabinets, and must only pass by transcription. In such a season, when the idle humourous world must bear of nothing that either savours of antiquity, or may awake it to seek after more than dull and slothful ignorance may easily reach unto: these, I say, make much against me; and especially in a poem, from any example, either of ancient, or modern, that have proved in this kind: whose unusual tract may perhaps seem difficult to the female sex; yea, and I fear, to some that think themselves not meanly learned, being not rightly inspired by the Muses: such I mean, as had rather read the fantasies of foreign inventions, than to see the rarities and history of their own country delivered by a true native muse. Then, whosoever thou be, possessed with such stupidity and dulness, that, rather than thon wilt take pains to scarch into ancient and noble things, choosest to remain in the thick fogs

and mists of ignorance, as near the common laystall of a city; refusing to walk forth into the Tempe and fields of the Muses; where, through most delightful groves, the angelic harmony of birds shall steal thee to the top of an easy hill, where in artificial caves, cut out of the most natural rock, thou shalt see the ancient people of this isle delivered thee in their lively images; from whose height thou may'st behold both the old and later times, as in thy prospect, lying far under thee; then conveying thee down by a soul-pleasing descent through delicate embroidered meadows, often veined with gentle-gliding brooks; in which thou may'st fully view the dainty nymphs in their simple naked beauties, bathing them in crystalline streams; which shall lead thee to most pleasant downs, where harmless shepherds are, some exercising their pipes, some singing roundelays to their gazing flocks. If, as I say, thou hadst rather (because it asks thy labour) remain where thou wert, than strain thyself to walk forth with the Muses, the fault proceeds from thy idleness, not from any want in my industry. And to any that shall demand wherefore, having promised this poem of the general island so inany years, I now publish only this part of it; I plainly answer, that many times I had determined with myself to have left it off, and have neglected my papers sometimes two years together, finding the times since his majesty's happy coming in, to fall so heavily upon my distressed fortunes, after my zealous soul had laboured so long in that, which, with the general happiness of the kingdom, seemed not then impossible somewhat also to have advanced me. But I instantly saw all my long-nourished hopes even buried alive before my face: so uncertain in this world be the ends of our clearest endeavours! And whatever is herein that tastes of a free spirit, I thankfully confess to proceed from the continual bounty of my truly noble friend sir Walter Aston; which hath given me the best of those hours, whose leisure hath effected this which I now publish. Sundry other songs I have also, though yet not so perfect that I dare commit them to public censure; and the rest I determine to go forward with, God enabling me, may I find means to assist my endeavour. Now, reader, for the farther understanding of my poem, thou hast two especial helps: First, the argument, to direct thee still where thou art, and through what shires the Muse makes her journey, and what she chiefly handles in the song thereto belonging. Next, hast thou the illustration of this learned gentleman, my friend, to explain every hard matter of history, that, lying far from the way of common reading, may (without question) seem difficult unto thee. Thus wishing thee thy heart's desire, and committing my poem to thy charitable censure, I take my leave.

Thine, as thou art mine,

MICHAEL DRAYTON.

TO MY FRIENDS THE CAMBRO-BRITONS.

To have you without difficulty understand, how in this my intended progress through these united kingdoms of Great Britain, I have placed your (and, I must confess, my) loved Wales, you shalf perceive, that after the three first songs

beginning with our French islands, Guernsey and Jersey, with the rest; and perfecting in those first three the survey of these six our most western counties, Cornwal, Devon, Dorset, Hants, Wilts, and Somerset; I then make over Severn into Wales, not far from the midst of her broad-side that lieth against England. I term it her broadside, because it lieth from Shrewsbury still along with Severn, till she lastly turn sea. And to explain two lines of mine (which you shall find in the fourth song of my poem, but it is the first of Wales) which are these:

And ere seven books have end, I'll strike so high a string,

[I sing. Thy bards shall stand amaz'd with wonder whilst Speaking of seven books, you shall understand that I continue Wales through so many; beginning in the fourth song (where the nymphs of England and Wales contend for the isle of Lundy) and ending in the tenth; striving, as my muchloved the learned Humphry Floyd, in his description of Cambria to Abraham Ortelius, to uphold her ancient bounds, Severn and Dee, and therefore have included the parts of those three English shires of Gloucester, Worcester, and Salop, that lie on the west of Severn, within their ancient mother Wales in which if I have not done her right, the want is in my ability, not in my love. And beside my natural inclination to love antiquity (which Wales may highly boast of) I confess, the free and gentle company of that true lover of his country, (as of all ancient and noble things) Mr. John Williams, his majesty's goldsmith, my dear and worthy friend, hath made me the more seek into the antiquities of your country. Thus wishing your favourable construction of these my faithful endeavours, I bid you farewel.

:

MICHAEL DRAYTON.

FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS.

PERMIT me thus much of these notes to my friend. What the verse oft, with allusion, as supposing a full knowing reader, lets slip; or in winding steps of personating fictions as sometimes) so infolds, that sudden conceit cannot abstract a form of the clothed truth, I have, as I might, illustrated. Brevity and plainness (as the one endured the other) I have joined, purposely avoiding frequent commixture of different language; and whensoever it happens, either the page or margin (especially for gentlewomen's sake) summarily interprets it, except where interpretation aids not. Being not very prodigal of my historical faith, after explanation, Toft adventure on examination and censure. The author, in passages of first inhabitants' name, state, and monarchic succession in this isle, follows Geffrey ap Arthur, Polychronicon, Matthew of Westminster, and such more. Of their traditions, for that one so much controverted, and by Cambro-Britons still maintained, touching the Trojan Brute, I have (but as an advocate for the Muse) argued; disclaiming it, if alledged for my own opinion. In most of the rest, upon weighing the reporters' credit, comparison with more persuading authority, and synchrosism (the best touch-stone in this kind of trial) I leave note of suspicion, or add conjectural

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amendment: as for particular examples, among other, in Brennus mistook by all writers of later time, following Justin's epitome of Trogus ill conceived; in Robert of Swapham's story of king Wulpher's murdering his children, in Rollo, first duke of Normandy, his time; none of them yet rectified (although the first hath been adventured on) by any that I have seen; and such more. And indeed my jealousy hath oft vext me with part cular inquisition of whatsoever occurs, bearing not a mark of most apparent truth, ever since I found so intolerable antichronismis, incredible reports, and bardish impostures, as well from ignorance as assumed liberty of invention in some of our ancients; and read also such palpable falsities of our nation, thrust into the world by later time. As (to give a taste) that of Randall Higden, affirming the beginning of wards in 6 Henry III. Polydore's assertion (upon mistaking of the statute of 1 Henry VII.) that it was death by the English laws for any man to wear a vizard; with many like errours in his history, of our trials by twelve, sheriffs, coat of the kingdom, parliaments, and other like; Bartol's delivering the custom in this isle to be, quod primogenitus succedit in omnibus bonis 1.

las his slanderous description of our usual forin of kind entertainment, to begin with the wives' courteous admission to that most affected pleasure of lascivious fancy (he was deceived by misunderstanding the reports of our kissing salutations 2, given and accepted amongst us with more free

veries.

falsely under name of Cornelius Nepos) singeth: as our excellent wit, Joseph of Excester (published narrations of persons and places in his Rowland's which are even equally warrantable, as Ariosto's Spenser's elfin story, or Rablais's strange discoYet the capricious faction will (I know) never quit their belief of wrong; although some inquired after. Briefly, until Polybius, who wrote Elias or Delian diver should make open what is so counterfeited in title) no Greek mentions the isle; near 1800 since (for Aristotle sgì Kóreu is clearly until Lucretius (some hundred years later) no Roman hath expressed a thought of us; until Casar's commentaries, no piece of its description time therefore preceding Casar, I dare trust none; was known, that is now left to posterity. For but with others adhere to conjecture. In ancient matter since, I rely on Tacitus and Dio especially, Vopiscus, Capitolin, Spartian (for so much as they have, and the rest of the Augustan story) afterward Gildas, Nennius, (but little is left of them, and that of the last very imperfect) Bede, Asserio, Ethelwerd (near of blood to king Alfred)

William of Malinsbury, Marian, Florence of Worcester (that published under name of Florence The Greek Chalcondy-bath the very syllables of most part of Marian, the Scot's story, fraught with English antiquities which will show you how easily to answer Bu chanan's objection against our historians about Athelstan's being king of all Albion, being deceived when he imagined that there was no other of Marian but the common printed chronicle, which is indeed but an epitome or defloration made by Robert of Lorraine, bishop of Hereford, under Henry I.) and the numerous rest of our monkish and succeeding chronographers. In all, I believe him most, which, freest from affection

dom than in any part of the southern world, erroneously thinking, perhaps, that every kiss must be thought seconded with that addition to the seven promised by Mercury in name of Venus to him that should find Psyche; or as wanton as

Aristophanes his Maydaro:) and many untruths and hate (causes of corruption) might best know, of like nature in others. Concerning the Arcadian and hath with most likely assertion delivered his deduction of our British monarchy; within that report. Yet so, that, to explain the author, carrying time, from Brute, supposed about 2850 of the himself in this part an historical, as in the other

world (Samuel then judge of Israel) unto soine fifty-four before Christ, (about when Julius Cæsar visited the island) no relation was extant, which How then are they, which is now left to our use.

a chorographical poet, I insert oft, out of the British story, what I importune you not to credit. Of that kind are those prophecies out of Merlin sometime interwoven: I discharge myself; nor pretend chronologies of that age without any frag-impute you to me any serious respect of them. ment of anthors before Gildas, Taliessin, and Nen inviting, not wresting in occasion, I add somenius (the eldest of which was since 500 of Christ) time what is different from my task, but such as I to be credited? For my part, I believe as much in guess would any where please an understanding them as I do the finding of Hiero's ship-mast in reader. To aid you in course of times, I have our mountains 3, which is collected upon a corin fit places drawn chronologies upon credit of the rupted place in Athenæus, cited out of Moschion; ancients; and, for matter of that kind, have ador that Ptolemy Philadelph sent to Reutha, king monished (to the fourth canto) what as yet I of Scots, some 1900 years since, for discovery of never saw by any observed, for wary considerathis country, which Claude Ptolemy afterward put tion of the Dionysian cycle, and misinterpreted in his geography: or that Julius Cæsar built root of his dominical year. Those old rhymes, Arthurs-hoffen in Stirling sheriffdom: or that Bri- which (some number) you often meet with, are of tons were at the rape of Hesione with Hercules, ered the willinger, both for variety of your mother tongue, as also because the author of them (Robert of Gloucester) never yet appeared in common He was, in time, an age before; but, in learning and wit, as most others, much behind our worthy Chaucer: whose name by the way occurring, and my work here being but to add plain song after Muses discanting, I cannot but digress to admonition of abuse, which this learned allusion in his Troilus, by ignorance hath endured:

1 Ad C. de summ. Trinit. 1. 1. num. 42. 2 Unum blandientis, ad pulsum linguæ longè mel-light. litum. Apuleius de Aur. Asin. 6. And you may remember (as like enough he did) that in Plautus Curcul. Qui vult cubare pangit saltem suavium; and such more in other wanton poets, with the opinion of Baldus, that a kiss in those southern nations, is sufficient consent to imperfect espousals, nothing of that kind but copulation, with us and our neighbouring Dutch being so.

3 Ἐν τοῖς ὅρεσι τῆς Βρετανίας, ἀντὶ τοῦ Βρεστιανῆς, quæ nempe verior videtur lectio.

I am till God me better mind send,
At Dulçarnon, right at my wits' ead.

* Chaucer explained.

It is not Necham, or any else, that can make me the Muses deadly hate me, when, in permitting
entertain the least thought of the signification of occasion, I profess not by whom I learn! Let
Dulcarnon to be Pythagoras's sacrifice after his them veut judgment on me which understand: I
geometrical theorem in finding the squares of an justify all, by the self authors cited, crediting no
orthogonal triangle's sides, or that it is a word of transcribers, but when of necessity I must. My
Latin deduction; but indeed by easier pronuncia-thirst compelled me always seek the fountains, and
tion it was made of i. e. two-horned: by that, if means grant it, judge the river's nature.
Nor can any conversant in letters be ignorant what
which the Mahometan Arabians use for a root in
errour is oft-times fallen into, by trusting autho
calculation, meaning Alexander, as that great dic-rities at second hand, and rash collecting, (as it
tator of knowledge Joseph Scaliger (with some an- were) from visual beams refracted through ano-
cients) wills, but by warranted opinion of my ther's eye. In performance of this charge, (un-
learned friend Mr. Lydyat, in his Emendatio tem-
dertaken at request of my kind friend the '
porum, it began in Seleucus Nicanor, twelve years author) brevity of time, which was but little more
after Alexander's death. The naine was applied, than since the poem first went to the press, and
either because after time that Alexander had per- that daily discontinued, both by my other most
suaded himself to be Jupiter Hammon's son, whose different studies seriously attended, and interrupt-
statue was with rams' horns, both his own and his ing business, as enough can witness, might excuse
successors' coins were stampt with horned images:
great faults, especially of omission. But I take
else in respect of his two pillars erected in the
not thence advantage to desire more than com-
East, as a nihil ultra of his conquest'; and some
mon courtesy in censure, nor of this, nor of what
say, because he had in power the eastern and
else I heretofore have published, touching histo-
western world, signified in the two horns. But rical deduction of our ancient laws, wherein I
howsoever, it well fits the passage, either as if he
scape not without tax.
had personated Creseide at the entrance of two
ways, not knowing which to take; in like sense as
that of Prodicus his Hercules, or Pythagoras his
Y, or the logicians' dilemma express; or else,
which is the truth of his conceit, that she was at
a nonplus, as the interpretation in his next staff
makes plain.
How many of noble Chaucer's
readers never so much as suspect this his short
essay of knowledge, transcending the common
road? And by his treatise of the Astrolabe (which,
I dare swear, was chiefly learned out of Messaha-
lah) it is plain he was much acquainted with the
mathematics, and amongst their authors had it.
But I return to myself. From vain loading my
margin with books, chapters, folios, or names of
our historians, I abstain; course of time as readily
directs to them. But where the place might not
so easily occur, (chiefly in matter of philology)
there only (for view of them which shall examine
me) I have added assisting references. For most
of what I use of chorography, join with me in
thanks to that most learned nourice of antiquity',
τόν τις καὶ τηλόθι νάιων

Τιμᾶ ἀνὴρ ̓Αγαθός,

my instructing friend Mr. Cainden Clarencieux. From him and Girald of Cambria also comes most of my British; and then may Mercury and all

Epocha Seleucidarum.

"Christman. Commentar. in Alfragan. c. 11. Lysimachi Cornuum apud Col. Rhodigin. Antiq. lect. 20. c. 12. hic genuina interpretatio. 'Of whom even every ingenious stranger makes honourable mention. Comitem verò illum Palatinum R. Vitum Basingstochium (Cujus historiæ magnam partem quasi Bigyai Couros chorographica substructio pleraq; ad antiquitatis amussin, ab eruditissimo hoc suo populari accepta, ne dicam suppilata, est) adeò inhumanum fuisse miror, ut benè merentem non tam libenter agnoscat, quàm clariss. viri syllabis et inventis codicem suum sæpius perquam ingratè suffarcinet. Atque id ferè genus plagiarios, rudes omninò, et 'Amourous, et vernaculos nimirum nostrates jam nunc imponere sarcinam video indignanter & ringor.

Sunt quibus in verbis videorq; obscurior, hoc est,
Evandri cum matre loqui, Faunisq; Numaq;
Nec secus ac si auctor Saliaris carminis essem.
I have read in Cicero, Agellius, Lucian's Lexipha-
nes, and others, much against that form: but
withal, this later age, wherein so industrious
search is among admired ruins of old monuments,
hath, in our greatest Latin critics, Hans Douz,
P. Merula, Lipsius, and such more, so revived
that Saturnian language, that, to students in
philology, it is now grown familiar; and, as he
saith, Verba à vetustate repetita non solum mag-
nos assertatores habent, sed etiam afferunt orationi
majestatem aliquam, non sine delectatione'. Yet
for antique terms, to the learned, I will not jus-
tify it without exception, disliking not that of
Phavorin, Vive moribus præteritis, loquere ver-
bis præsentibus; and as coin, so words, of a pub-
lic and known stamp, are to be used, although so
much as that way I offend, is warranted by ex-
ample of such, of whom to endeavour imitation
allows me more than the bare title of blameless.
The purblind ignorant I salute with the English
of that monitory epigram,

-Ει δέ γε πάμπαν

Νῆς ἔφος Μουσέων, ῥίφον ἢ μὴ νοέεις 10.
reprehension of them, whose language and best
learning is purchased from such volumes as Rab-
lais reckons saint Victor's library, or barbarous
glosses,

Quàm nihil ad genium, Papiniane, tuum!
or which are furnished in our old story, only out
of the common Polychronicon, Caxton, Fabian,
Stow, Grafton, Lanquet, Cooper, Holingshed, (per-
haps with gift of understanding) Polydore, and
the rest of our later compilers; or, of any adven-
turous Thersites daring find fault even with the
very Graces, in a strain

Cornua quod vincatque tubas

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I regard as metamorphosed Lucius's looking out | Wise genius, by thy help that so I may descry at window; I slight, scorn, and laugh at it. By sections [§] in the verses you know what I meddle How thy fair mountains stand, and how thy vallies lie; with in the illustrations; but so, that with latitude, the direction admonishes sometimes as well [ing's pride, for explaining a following or preceding passage, as its own.

Ingenuous readers, to you I wish your best desires; to the author I wish, (as an old cosmographical poet did long since to himself) *Αλλὰ σοι ὕμνων

Αὐτων ἐκ μακάρων ἀντάξιος ἔτη ἀμοιβή 1.

From those clear pearly cliffs which see the morn-
And check the surly imps of Neptune when they
chide,

Where Titan still unyokes his fiery-hoofed team,
Unto the big-swoln waves in the Iberian stream1,
And oft his flaming locks in luscious nectar steeps,
When from Olympus' top he plungeth in the deeps:
That from th' Armoric sands, on surging Nep-
tune's leas,

[seas) To gentlewomen and their loves is consecrated all My verse with wings of skill may fly a lofty gait, Through the Hibernic gulf (those rough Vergivian the wooing language, allusions to love passions,§. As Amphitrite clips this island fortunate, and sweet enbracements feigned by the Muse Till thro' the sleepy main to Thuly I have gone, amongst hills and rivers. Whatsoever tastes of And seen the frozen isles, the cold Deucalidon*, description, battle, story, abstruse antiquity, and§. Amongst whose iron rocks grim Saturn yet re(which my particular study caused me sometime remember) law of the kingdom, to the more mains, [chains. severe reader. To the one, be contenting enjoy-. Bound in those gloomy caves with adamantine ments of their auspicious desires; to the other, Ye sacred bards", that to your harps' melodious happy attendance of their chosen Muses. strings Sung th' ancient heroes' deeds (the monuments of [kings) And in your dreadful verse engrav'd the prophecies, The aged world's descents and genealogies; If, as those Druids taught, which kept the British rites, And dwelt in darksome groves, there counselling [with sprites (But their opinions fail'd, by errour led awry, As since clear truth hath show'd to their posterity) When these our souls by death our bodies do for

From the Inner Temple,hn Seiden.

May 9, 1612.

11 That the godlike sort of men may worthily guerdon his labours.

POLY-OLBION,

THE FIRST SONG,

THE ARGUMENT.

The sprightly Muse her wing displays,
And the French islands first surveys;
Bears up with Neptune, and in glory
Transcends proud Cornwal's promontory;
There crowns Mount-Michael, and descries
How all those riverets fall and rise;
Then takes in Tamer, as she bounds
The Cornish and Devonian grounds.
And whilst the Dev'nshire nymphs relate
Their loves, their fortunes, and estate,
Dert undertaketh to revive

Our Brute, and sings his first arrive:
Then northward to the verge she bends,
And her first song at Ax she ends.

OF Albion's glorious isle the wonders whilst I
write,

The sundry varying soils, the pleasures infinite,
(Where heat kills not the cold, nor cold expels the
heat,
The calms too mildly small, nor winds too roughly
[great,
Nor night doth hinder day, nor day the night doth

wrong,

The summer not too short, the winter not too long)
What help shall I invoke to aid my Muse the while?
Thou genius of the place (this most renowned isle)
Which lived'st long before the all-earth-drowning
flood,

Whilst yet the world did swarm with her gigantic
[brood,
Go thou before me still thy circling shores about,
And in this wand'ring maze help to conduct me out:
Direct my course so right, as with thy hand to show
Which way thy forests range, which way thy rivers
flow;

sake,

6

§. They instantly again do other bodies take;
I could have wish'd your spirits redoubled in my
breast,

she hung

To give my verse applause to time's eternal rest.
Thus scarcely said the Muse, but hovering while
Upon the Celtic wastes', the sea-nymphs loudly
[sung:
"O ever-happy isles! your heads so high that bear,
By nature strongly fenc'd, which never need to fear
On Neptune's wat'ry realms when Eölus raiseth
And every billow bounds, as though to quench
[the stars:
Fair Jersey first of these here scatter'd in the deep,
Peculiarly that boasts thy double-horned sheep:
Inferior nor to thee, thou Guernsey, bravely

wars,

crown'd

With rough-embattled rocks, whsse venom-hating
[ground
The hard'ned emeril hath, which thou abroad dost
send:

Thou Ligon her belov'd, and Serk, that doth attend
Her pleasure every hour; as Jethow, them at need,
With pheasants, fallow deer, and conies, that dost

feed:

[see Ye seven small sister isles, and Sorlings, which to The half-sunk seaman joys; or whatsoe'er you be, From fruitful Aurney, near the ancient Celtic shore, To Ushant and the Seams, whereas those nuns of S. Gave answers from their caves, and took what yore [shapes they please: Ye happy islands set within the British seas,

The western or Spanish ocean.
2 Bretagny coasts.

3 The farthest isle in the British ocean.
4 The sea upon the north of Scotland,
The old British poets.

• Priests of the ancient Britons.

7

The French seas.

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