Craven Blossoms or, Poems chiefly connected with the district of Craven. By Robert Storey |
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Through vista wide and rugged, showed
A sight—the man that never glowed
Such to behold, needs ne'er aspire
To Painter's brush, or Poet's lyre!
—Still towered in front, and on each hand,
The rocks in masses high and grand,
Formless, or cast in every form
The granite takes from time and storm—
And where they towered most grand and high,
An opening gleamed that showed the sky,
And poured, as from a bursting cloud,
A cataract rapid, fierce, and loud;
Which, dashed from ledge to ledge, at last
With foam and brawl the Strangers passed.
So deep was now the cavern's night
That the broad fall of waters white
Resembled, dashing through the gloom,
A gush of moonshine from the womb
Of some huge cloud!
A sight—the man that never glowed
Such to behold, needs ne'er aspire
To Painter's brush, or Poet's lyre!
—Still towered in front, and on each hand,
The rocks in masses high and grand,
Formless, or cast in every form
The granite takes from time and storm—
And where they towered most grand and high,
An opening gleamed that showed the sky,
And poured, as from a bursting cloud,
A cataract rapid, fierce, and loud;
Which, dashed from ledge to ledge, at last
With foam and brawl the Strangers passed.
So deep was now the cavern's night
That the broad fall of waters white
Resembled, dashing through the gloom,
A gush of moonshine from the womb
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But soon a flash
More bright than comes from water's dash,
An instant clothed, with fiery gleam,
The startled cave and rushing stream;
And, swiftly following on the flame,
A crash of thunder o'er them came,
So fierce and loud that in its roar
The torrent's sound was heard no more,
And seemed as every separate rock
Returned an echo to the shock!
More bright than comes from water's dash,
An instant clothed, with fiery gleam,
The startled cave and rushing stream;
And, swiftly following on the flame,
A crash of thunder o'er them came,
So fierce and loud that in its roar
The torrent's sound was heard no more,
And seemed as every separate rock
Returned an echo to the shock!
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