William Crowe, Lewesdon Hill, with other poems (1827)
“ Projected many a mile to rear her wallMidst the deep waters. She, the mighty workStill urging, in her arrogant attempt,As with a lordly voice to the Ocean cries,‘Hitherto come, no farther; here be staid‘The raging of thy waves; within this bound‘Be all my haven’—and therewith takes inA space of amplest circuit, wide and deep,Won from the straiten’d main: nor less in strength [23] Than in dimensions, giant-like in both,—On each side flank’d with citadels and towersAnd rocky walls, and arches massy proofAgainst the storm of war. ”
