So have I sene two weirs at once give grounde, 125
White fomyng hygh to rorynge combat runne;
In roaryng dyn and heaven-breaking sounde,
Burste waves on waves, and spangle in the sunne;
And when their myghte in waves is fled,
Like cowards, stele alonge their ozy bede.
White fomyng hygh to rorynge combat runne;
In roaryng dyn and heaven-breaking sounde,
Burste waves on waves, and spangle in the sunne;
And when their myghte in waves is fled,
Like cowards, stele alonge their ozy bede.
Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems
