First Lines of Thomas Campbell
Burdett, enjoy thy justly foremost fame,Earl March look'd on his dying child,Fall'n as he is, this king of birds still seemsHail to thy face and odours, glorious Sea!How glorious fall the valiant, sword in hand,Loved Voyager! his pages had a zestMy wealth's a burly spear and brand,O haggard queen! to Athens dost thou guideOh! scenes of my childhood, and dear to my heart,On England's shore I saw a pensive band,Platonic friendship at your years,Since there is magic in your lookSweet Iser! were thy sunny realmTell me, ye bards, whose skill sublimeThe more we live, more brief appearThe mountain summits sleep: glens, cliffs, and cavesThe spirit of BritanniaTo Love in my heart, I exclaim'd t' other morning,Two spirits reach'd this world of ours:Was man e'er doom'd that beauty madeWHEN LOVE came first to earth, the SPRINGWhen Napoleon was flyingYE Mariners of England!