“The nursery of brooding Pelicans,
The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd,
And all the minor spots of rock and verdure,
The abodes of happy millions, were no more.”

Canto VI, line 74.
The Pelican Island (1827)

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British editor, hymn writer, and poet 1771–1854

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