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THE HERMIT'S VIEW FROM THE MOUNTAIN.
When I stood on the top of the mountain,
And gazed from its heights to the fountain,
The wonder was far fast recounting,
My language would fail me to tell;
Astonished the hermit stood trembling,
From fish in the water assembling,
He feared he should down travel, tumbling,
Deep in the dark abyss to dwell.
And gazed from its heights to the fountain,
The wonder was far fast recounting,
My language would fail me to tell;
Astonished the hermit stood trembling,
From fish in the water assembling,
He feared he should down travel, tumbling,
Deep in the dark abyss to dwell.
The beautiful swan cackled loving,
With her wings round the rush covert waving
An aspect almost past engraving,
What wonders can nature display;
The limners of great imitation,
Would sink in wild imagination,
And ramble through all the creation,
And never this wonder portray.
With her wings round the rush covert waving
An aspect almost past engraving,
What wonders can nature display;
The limners of great imitation,
Would sink in wild imagination,
And ramble through all the creation,
And never this wonder portray.
The aspect of old yellow Tiber,
Compared to this is but a fibre,
Perhaps not a mortal discriber,
Can paint out its equal in time;
The water meandered in wonder,
Constrained he looked up and then under,
His mind through the vission must blunde
Thro' nature profound and sublime.
Compared to this is but a fibre,
Perhaps not a mortal discriber,
Can paint out its equal in time;
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Constrained he looked up and then under,
His mind through the vission must blunde
Thro' nature profound and sublime.
The prospect surpassed the vast ocean,
Eternally heaving in motion,
Some think that it is but an ocean,
To strike at the romantic scene;
Naught but to an angel in heaven,
Such noble descriptions are given,
Or the great one immortal in seven,
The mortal has never yet been.
Eternally heaving in motion,
Some think that it is but an ocean,
To strike at the romantic scene;
Naught but to an angel in heaven,
Such noble descriptions are given,
Or the great one immortal in seven,
The mortal has never yet been.
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