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DESCRIPTIVE SONNET,
WRITTEN ON THE SUMMIT OF CADER IDRIS, NORTH WALES.
From this dread mountain, round whose awful brow,
Crags, knowls, and lakes, in wild confusion hurl'd,
Seem like the giant ramparts of the world,
I gaze enraptured on the scene below.
Around are mountains, rugged and sublime,
Now wrapt in gloomy shade, and now so bright,
They seem like polished heaps of orient light,
The noblest workmanship of ancient time.
Crags, knowls, and lakes, in wild confusion hurl'd,
Seem like the giant ramparts of the world,
I gaze enraptured on the scene below.
Around are mountains, rugged and sublime,
Now wrapt in gloomy shade, and now so bright,
They seem like polished heaps of orient light,
The noblest workmanship of ancient time.
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The lake is here,—the dark, unfathomed deep,
Parent of streams, and roaring waterfalls,
The precipice that human heart appals,
And hoary ocean with expanded sweep.
Preachers sublime! I feel your mighty theme,
And prostrate own with you the Great Supreme
Parent of streams, and roaring waterfalls,
The precipice that human heart appals,
And hoary ocean with expanded sweep.
Preachers sublime! I feel your mighty theme,
And prostrate own with you the Great Supreme
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