by Thomas Gray, On L[or]d H[olland']s Seat near M[argat…
“ Here sea-gulls scream and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwrecked, dread to land. Here reign the blustering North and blighting East, No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing: Yet nature cannot furnish out the feast, Art he invokes new horrors still to bring. ”
