Plymouth August 24th 1779
If you had been with me to night we should have walked together on the Cliffs and mutually delighted in the Moon which illuminated them. The Sky was serene and I lay peaceably beneath its expanse on a smooth Down sloping towards the Sea.
There were but few Ships in the Port, a circumstance which to say truth I rejoiced in. Except a small fishing Boat that danced on the Waves immediately below me, no vessel interrupted the solitude of the Ocean. I was all attention to the murmur of the Tide flowing over the base of the Precipices and listened to the hum of distant Voices.
At intervals a strange melancholy Tune which came from the Boat passed with the Winds by my Ear.
Fragments of an English Tour (1779), William Beckford
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