Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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XLVI.
When I saw Borrowdale, and wander'd whereThe savage rocks begin to beetle high,
Proud, like that Titan race who scorn'd the sky,
Uncouth, enormous, ragged, dark, and bare,
And mark'd the desert heath-flower e'en despair
To clothe the granite flooring grey and dry,
Musing amid the fragments, heap'd that lie,
Fantastic in eternal ruin, there,
Methought that nature in her mood had shown,
On this same spot how far creative chance
Can soar beyond the reach of art, and 'mid
Her labour, in a happy petulance
Had her tired pencil at the canvass thrown
With the same fortune that Apelles did.
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