Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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THE RHINE.
The bristling fortresses, by Time's dread shocksDismantled, frowning soar on every side,
With something of a stern and awful pride,
And seem a part of these eternal rocks;
While, streaming, flow around the lichen's locks,
In full luxuriance, floating far and wide,
With every shade of tenderest emerald dyed.
'Tis here the crowd of eager Pilgrims flocks!
The Pilgrims of the beauty of the place!
A beauty which is holiness—for here
Nature unveils her wild and glorious face,
And doth in proud o'erpow'ring state appear—
Her wildness—pomp!—her negligence—all grace!
And the soul grows Religion!—void of fear!
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