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Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook - I - The First Attempt to Reach the Shore

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Where is the painter who shall paint for you,     My Austral brothers, with a pencil steeped     In hues of Truth, the weather-smitten crew     Who gazed on unknown shores a thoughtful few     What time the heart of their great Leader leaped     Till he was faint with pain of longing? New     And wondrous sights on each and every hand,     Like strange supernal visions, grew and grew     Until the rocks and trees, and sea and sand,     Danced madly in the tear-bewildered view!     And from the surf a fierce, fantastic band     Of startled wild men to the hills withdrew     With yells of fear! Wholl paint thy face, O Cook!     Turned seaward, after many a wistful look!

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