Chapter 1322 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

LXV.

At length they rose, like a white wall along The blue sea's border; and Don Juan felt-- What even young strangers feel a little strong At the first sight of Albion's chalky belt-- A kind of pride that he should be among Those haughty shopkeepers, who sternly dealt Their goods and edicts out from pole to pole, And made the very billows pay them toll.