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THE WEISSHORN.
THE VISP-THAL TORRENT.
THE WEISSHORN.
THE VISP-THAL TORRENT.
THE MATTERHORN.
Roaring, rolling, hear the torrents rolling, roaring,
Roaring, racing, each with each;
Foaming forward, and imploring
For the rest they cannot reach.
Roaring, racing, each with each;
Foaming forward, and imploring
For the rest they cannot reach.
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Straining, striving, see the mountains striving, straining,
Straining highward and more high!
Yearning upward, but ne'er gaining
On the still receding sky.
Straining highward and more high!
Yearning upward, but ne'er gaining
On the still receding sky.
THE WEISSHORN.
Growling, rumbling, hear the thunders rumbling, growling,
Growling with the lust to slay;
'Mong the clefts and gorges prowling,
But still finding not their prey.
Growling with the lust to slay;
'Mong the clefts and gorges prowling,
But still finding not their prey.
THE VISP-THAL TORRENT.
Mortals, mortals, watch poor vain deluded mortals,
Dreaming of the dim divine;
Waiting still at tight-closed portals,
Locked out from an empty shrine!
Dreaming of the dim divine;
Waiting still at tight-closed portals,
Locked out from an empty shrine!
THE MATTERHORN.
Dwarf Man! that would plummet
The deep to its fountains,
And soar past the summit
Of mists and of mountains;
The deep to its fountains,
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Of mists and of mountains;
Behold what avail your
Strain and endeavour!
Effort and failure,
For ever and ever!
Strain and endeavour!
Effort and failure,
For ever and ever!
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