“Adieu, LANDOGA, scene most dear,
Farewell we bade to ETHEL'S WIER;
Round many a point then bore away,
Till morn was chang'd to beauteous day:
And forward on the lowland shore,
Silent majestic ruins wore
The stamp of holiness; this strand
The steersman hail'd, and touch'd the land.”

—  Robert Bloomfield

Book II.
The Banks of the Wye http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext05/bkwye10.txt (1811)

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