[Excerpt from Description of a Journey to Marlborough, Bath, Portsmouth etc.]
BUT NEPTUNE now, who pity'd CHLOE's Pain,
Returns the Boat; we steer our Course again,
At Six, we safely land at Port smouth Key,
And soon forget the Dangers of the Sea.
Straight to some hospitable Inn we haste,
Revive our Spirits with a sweet Repast:
The smiling Glass, with rosy Liquor crown'd,
Sacred to friendly Healths, goes chearful round;
While Time, in mirthful Converse, sweetly flows,
Till gentle Sleep invites us to Repose.
THE Morning come, we to the Wharfs repair,
Survey the mighty Magazines of War:
Tremendous Rows of Cannon meet our Eyes;
And Iron Deaths, in massy Mountains, rise:
Store-house of MARS! where, rang'd in Order, lay
Ten thousand Thunders for some fatal Day.
DEPARTING hence, the Dock we travel round,
Where lab'ring Shipwrights rattling Axes sound:
Some bend the stubborn Planks, while others rear
The lofty Mast, or crooked Timber square;
Some ply their Engines, some direct the Toil,
And carefully inspect the mighty Pile;
See ev'ry Chink securely stopt, before
The winged Castle ventures from the Shore.
In this poem Duck also described many other places he visited in the South of England. You can find them on his author page.
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