poet Robert Southey

Robert Southey

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Robert Southey Quotes


    Porlock! thy verdant vale so fair to sight,
    Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown,
    The waters that roll musically down
    Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight
    Recalls to memory, and the channel grey
    Circling its surges in thy level bay.
    Porlock! I shall forget thee not,
    Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined;
    But often shall hereafter call to mind