RUMORA; OR, THE MAID OF RAASA. George Monck Berkeley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 pp. []-3. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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RUMORA ; OR , THE MAID OF RAASA . RAASA , by thy rocky shore , Vocal to the Ocean's roar , Cliffs , that have for ages stood Barriers to the briny Flood , Beneath your dark , your dismal shade , Wandering wept a woe-worn Maid , Whilst the pauses of the gale Each she fill'd with sorrow's tale . Bursting from the sable sky , See the forked Lightnings fly , Whilst their sad destructive light Gilds awhile the gloom of Night ! Trembling to the blasts that blow , Gazing on the gulph below , Yielding to the ruthless storm , Drooping mark yon Angel Form , Round whose face divinely fair Loosely streams her golden hair ! To the rock's sublimest seat Fate has led her wandering feet ; Yawning wide the greedy Deep Woos her to eternal sleep . By the Lightning's vivid glare Saw you not yon frantic stare ? By the Tempest's lurid light , Mark her plunge to endless Night ! Struggling mid the boiling wave , Nature , frighted at the Grave , To the rude , the rocky strand Faintly points her languid hand . Cease , ye blasts , awhile to blow , Drown not now the wail of woe ! Heard ye not yon piercing groan That proclaim'd her spirit flown ? Whilst it soars on seraph wing , Roaring waves her Requiem sing . Still , by Raasa's sea-girt shore , Blue-ey'd Maids her fate deplore ; From the cliffs sublime and steep Cast thy Garlands in the Deep , Marking thus the day's return , Still Rumora's fate they mourn .