  The Rock. Cease, O rude and raging Sea, Thus to waste thy war on me. Hast thou not enough assail’d All these ages, Fool, and fail’d? The Ocean. Gaunt and ghastly Skeleton, Remnant of a time that’s gone, Tott’ring in thy last decay Durst thou still to darken day? The Rock. Empty Brawler brawl no more; Cease to waste thy watery war On my bastion’d Bases broad, Sanctified by Time and God. The Ocean. Thou that beËst but to be, Scornest thou my Energy? Not much longer lasts the strife. I am Labour, I am Life. The Rock. Roar then, roar, and vent thy Surge; Thou not now shalt drone my dirge. Dost imagine to dismay This my iron breast with Spray? The Ocean. Relic of primaeval slime, I shall whelm thee in my time. Changeless thou dost ever die; Changing but immortal, I. |
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