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SONNET IV. TO LOCH-LOMOND.
Aug. 1795.
Lomond, thy rich and variegated scene,
Fantastic now, now dignified, severe;
Thy tufted underwood, of darker green,
Thine arrowy pines that mock the rolling year;
Thy soft diversity of sweeping bays,
Fringed with each shrub, and edged with tenderest turf,
Where, as the attenuated north-gale plays,
The wild flowers mingle with the harmless surf:
Thy long protracted lake, expansive now,—
Boldly diversified with wood-crowned Isles,—
Imprisoned now by rocks, on whose stern brow,
Clad with cold heath, the summer scarcely smiles,
I welcome fearfully;—and hail in thee
The wildest shapings of sublimity.
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