94 Far o'er the waste of yonder Surgy field My native climes in fancied prospect lie, Now hid in shades, and now by clouds conceal'd, And now by tempests ravish'd from my eye.
"The Poems of Philip Freneau, Volume I (of III)"
Philip Freneau
Do public or domestic care constrain This toilsome voyage o'er the Surgy main?
"The Odyssey of Homer"
Homer, translated by Alexander Pope
From Cephanelia 'cross the Surgy main Philaetius late arrived, a faithful swain.
"The Odyssey of Homer"
Homer, translated by Alexander Pope