HOLLAND the pent ocean, rising o er the pile, At Rotterdam, with reverence due; Oliver Goldsmith. Then Delft, where thy proud tomb, Nassau, Tr. from Bishop Hurst. A country which, between its carillons and its canals, might be described by a punster as ringing wet. Thomas Hood. Rotterdam I GAZE upon a city, A city new and strange; Before me lie dark waters, Tall houses, with quaint gables, The face and garb of each! And now across a market And to the great Erasmus I offer my salam, Who tells me you're in England, And I'm at Rotterdam. The coffee-room is open, Then here it goes, a bumper, Thomas Hood. Robinson of Leyden (Leyden) НЕ E sleeps not here; in hope and prayer His wandering flock had gone before, But he, the shepherd, might not share Their sorrows on the wintry shore. Before the Speedwell's anchor swung, Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread, While round his feet the Pilgrims clung, The pastor spake, and thus he said: "Men, brethren, sisters, children dear! God calls you hence from over sea; Ye may not build by Haerlem Meer, Nor yet along the Zuyder-Zee. "Ye go to bear the saving word To tribes unnamed and shores untrod: |