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LEWESDON HILL.
Urged on to fury by contending winds,With horned violence to push and whelmThis pile, usurping on his watry reign!
From hostile shores returning, glad I lookOn native scenes again; and first saluteThee, [1]Burton, and thy lofty cliff, where oftThe nightly blaze is kindled; further seenThan erst was that love-tended cresset, hungBeside the Hellespont: yet not like thatInviting to the hospitable armsOf Beauty' and Youth, but lighted up, the signOf danger, and of ambush'd foes to warnThe stealth-approaching Vessel, homeward boundFrom Havre or the Norman isles, with freightOf wines and hotter drinks, the trash of France,Forbidden merchandize. Such fraud to quellMany a light skiff and well-appointed sloop
  1. ↑ Burton is a village near the sea, lying S. E. from Lewesdon, and about two miles S. of Shipton-hill beforementioned. The Cliff is among the loftiest of all upon that coast; and Smugglers often take advantage of its height for the purpose related in the poem.

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