The Fate of Lewellyn or, the Druid's Sacrifice. A Legendary Tale. In Two Parts. To which is added Carnbre', a Poem [by Richard Polwhele] |
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The moon-beams, trembling o'er the sky,
Checquer'd the shadowy robes of Night;
Sleep hush'd the world: To Fancy's eye
Carnbre', rais'd in awful height,
(Where gold-ting'd clouds slow rolling spread)
Shook his monumental head;
Shudder'd deep my startled soul:
Through all my freezing veins the chill of Horror stole.
Checquer'd the shadowy robes of Night;
Sleep hush'd the world: To Fancy's eye
Carnbre', rais'd in awful height,
(Where gold-ting'd clouds slow rolling spread)
Shook his monumental head;
Shudder'd deep my startled soul:
Through all my freezing veins the chill of Horror stole.
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Sudden appear'd in azure vest
The guardian Genius of the Rock;
While sighful heav'd his throbbing breast,
'Spite of rising Grief he spoke:
The pearly drops began to break,
And glitter down his dark-red cheek;
For Cynthia, sporting with his woe,
Bade the soft tears in sparkling lustre flow.
The guardian Genius of the Rock;
While sighful heav'd his throbbing breast,
'Spite of rising Grief he spoke:
The pearly drops began to break,
And glitter down his dark-red cheek;
For Cynthia, sporting with his woe,
Bade the soft tears in sparkling lustre flow.
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