Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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FEUDAL REMAINS.
High Hills, close in the Danube's waves of pride,Feathering with firs down low unto the shore,
And shadowing o'er the River's chrystal floor,
Sweeping in gloom unto the water's side,
Old tottering Castles still aloft descried,
Hint of dark feudal ages—when they wore
A look of armed defiance, and stern store
Of War's fierce weapons held—full well supplied.
But ruins these!—Fair Danube!—like the sea,
Thou hast thy Wrecks!—but not in thy bright deep
Are these concealed in gloomy mystery;
But lo! they crown and crest thy fir-clad steep:
Were they not built to o'erlook and keep o'er thee
Proud watch!—Man! Man! thy works soon grow a mouldering heap.
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