Sonnet Written in the church-Yard at Middleton

    While the loud equinox its power combines，

    The sea no more the swelling surge confines，

    But o'er the shrinking land sublimely rides.

    The wild blast，rising from the western cave，

    Drives the huge billows from their heaving bed；

    Tears from their grassy tomb the village dead，

    And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave！

    With shells and sea－weed mingled， on the shore，

    Lo！their bones whiten in the frequent wave，

    But vain to them the winds and waters rave；

    They hear the warring elements no more：

    While I am doomed－by life's long storm oppressed，

    To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest.