POEMS OF SUSSEX PLACES.
While I am doom'd by life's long storm opprest, To gaze with envy on their gloomy rest.
An elegy by the same writer also refers to this
ruined graveyard, which the sea has since washed
The ruins of the great castle of Pevensey has inspired a sonnet by William Lisle Bowles.
Fallen pile ! I ask not what has been thy fate, But when the weak winds, wafted from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate
On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once might proudly, in their prime, Have stood with giant port, till, bowed by time Or injury, their ancient boast forgot.
They might have sunk like thee; though thus forlorn They lift their heads with venerable hairs, Bespent, majestic yet, and as in scorn Of mortal vanities and short-lived cares ;
Even so dost thou, lifting thy forehead grey, Smile at the tempest, and Time's sweeping sway.
Mr. M. A. Lower has, in his " Little Geste of a of a great Eele," versified one of the stories of Andrew Borde as to the efforts of some Pevensey men to drown an eel.
Lord Thurlow's sonnet on the approach to Rye