Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Beneath the boundary mountain's browWhere winter smites the realms below,
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Or veils in night of vapours lost,
With hideous chasm the pass divides,
And cleaves with floods its shatter'd sides,
Nature had sweetly form'd a scene
That bloom'd the snow-capt rocks between,
And shelt'ring from each bitter blast
O'er it perpetual verdure cast.
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