Fast-anchor'd isle.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 151.

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822): Ode to the West Wind.

Some unsuspected isle in the far seas,—

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Pippa Passes. Part ii.

Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle

From her propriety.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder:

Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839): Isle of Beauty.

On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows

Assail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,

The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,

Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.

The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;

He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain;

He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;

No sound can awake him to glory again!

Leonard Heath: The Grave of Bonaparte.

The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Bride of Abydos. Canto ii. Stanza 2.

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-paradise,

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,—

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.