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Page 47 - I' let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer !—and let the ice-plains echo, ' GOD !' ' GOD !' sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder—
Page 47 - slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopp'd at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full-moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows
Page 77 - The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign, Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour;
Page 54 - twas an unimaginable sight! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks, and emerald turf, Clouds of all tincture ; rocks, and sapphire sky, Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Of temple, palace, citadel, and huge Fantastic pomp of structure without name, In fleecy folds voluminous enwrapp'd.
Page 79 - Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies ; Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 15 - When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave ; Then go—but go alone, the while— Then view St. David's ruin'd pile; And home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair'.
Page 77 - For me kind Nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower; Annual for me, the grape, the rose, renew The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings, For me, health gushes from a thousand springs ; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise ; My footstool, earth; my canopy, the skies.
Page 47 - GOD !' sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they, too, have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder—' GOD !'
Page 55 - to the remnants of thy splendour past, Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied throng; Long shall the voyager with th' Ionian blast, Hail the bright clime of battle and of song; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy
Page 85 - My fathers! the tears of your country redress ye ; How you fought, how you died, still her annals can tell; On Marston, with Rupert, 'gainst traitors contending, Four brothers enrich'd with their blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch their country defending, Till death their attachment to