Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.



By Robert Southey (1774–1843)

PORLOCK! thy verdant vale so fair to sight,

Thy lofty hills which fern and furze imbrown,

The waters that roll musically down

Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight

Recalls to memory, and the channel gray

Circling its surges in thy level bay.

Porlock! I also shall forget thee not,

Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined;

But often shall hereafter call to mind

How here, a patient prisoner, ’t was my lot

To wear the lonely, lingering close of day,

Making my sonnet by the alehouse fire,

Whilst Idleness and Solitude inspire

Dull rhymes to pass the duller hours away.