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Canto the Second

CLXXVII

It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast,
     With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore,
Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host,
     With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore
A better welcome to the tempest-tost;
     And rarely ceased the haughty billow's roar,
Save on the dead long summer days, which make
The outstretch'd ocean glitter like a lake.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824) ByronLong