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Still urged on our swift course;
Through inéxtricable Underworlds hundred paths:
Toucht hardly to hollow floor of Radious Rocks,
Our light removing feet. Our hearts misgave us;
Lest were we all-suddenly dasht, on some derne cliff.
Through inéxtricable Underworlds hundred paths:
Toucht hardly to hollow floor of Radious Rocks,
Our light removing feet. Our hearts misgave us;
Lest were we all-suddenly dasht, on some derne cliff.
When first we might withhold our flitting steps;
We shadowed view, in living World above;
Whiles darkly we behold, in Merlins glass;
Great mountain mass, shrouded with snowy fleece.
We shadowed view, in living World above;
Whiles darkly we behold, in Merlins glass;
Great mountain mass, shrouded with snowy fleece.
That vast sky-shouldering battlement passed beneath,
Tyned immane ranks, and Winter-World above;
We forests view, and mighty Land beyond;
Hills, plains and river-floods neath Sun, that shines
O'er cities rife, of many-peopled Hind.
Tyned immane ranks, and Winter-World above;
We forests view, and mighty Land beyond;
Hills, plains and river-floods neath Sun, that shines
O'er cities rife, of many-peopled Hind.
In certain plot, whereon our glance did light,
We looked; and sheltering saw from noontide heat,
The Enlightened One, of cheerful countenance;
As soul which blessing hath of inward feast.
Tranquil, mild-eyed, as who sequestered lead,
Their few days' life, in pious abstinence.
Thus sojourning ín his path, the Teacher sate;
Under wide bo-trees bowering hermitage:
Pavilion, whích renewed her leafy locks;
Sith that thrice-blesséd seceded from the Earth;
Hath thóusand times, vénerable tradition sayeth.
We looked; and sheltering saw from noontide heat,
The Enlightened One, of cheerful countenance;
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Tranquil, mild-eyed, as who sequestered lead,
Their few days' life, in pious abstinence.
Thus sojourning ín his path, the Teacher sate;
Under wide bo-trees bowering hermitage:
Pavilion, whích renewed her leafy locks;
Sith that thrice-blesséd seceded from the Earth;
Hath thóusand times, vénerable tradition sayeth.
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