Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[With a slight groaning noise the sledge passed on]
With a slight groaning noise the sledge passed on,O'er the new fall'n and lightly-crumbling Snow—
Faint Echoes trembling rose above—below—
Sole Sounds that shocked Night's silence on her throne
Of many Mountains there!—the bright Moon shone
O'er rugged steeps—and silvered o'er the brow
Of many a Giant precipice, while slow
Her gentle sway seemed perfected, stamped—won!
My Soul a deep majestic joy confessed—
Though scarce might I resolve from whence it sprung—
Nor whether pleased, and soothed, and charmed me best,
The nearer sounds—or distant silence, flung,
Like a broad mantle North, South, East, and West,
While Nature's mighty Lyre seem'd for a time unstrung!
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