Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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WRITTEN ON DESCENDING THE HILL TO RUTSHUK.
The river in the evening's silvery hourGleamed chrystal's fairest, and the illumined Town
With its bright minarets all!—a tapering crown
Looked like a place of pleasure as of power!
The stars around. their fairy rays did shower,
And Night between their spaces seemed to frown
Into her deeper fulness!—Riding down
The steepy hill, we watched her loom and lower,
Like a great Storm in Space!—each wearied steed,
Paced heavily along—across the plain:
How had they proudly spurned, with foaming speed,
The hour and distance, but now 'gan to wane
Their strength—their courage, and they moved indeed
With labouring steps, beneath the slackened rein.
Rutshuk.
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