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Stanzas, written by Ulswater, Cumberland.
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Stanzas, written by Ulswater, Cumberland.
Fair lake I mark thine ample tide,
Thy crisped surface clear and blue;
I mark the groves that fringe thy side
Reflected in thy mirror true.
Thy crisped surface clear and blue;
I mark the groves that fringe thy side
Reflected in thy mirror true.
I mark yon grey rocks rudely wild,
That nod stupendous o'er the vale,
I feel the breezes warm and mild
That haste to fill yon silken sail.
That nod stupendous o'er the vale,
I feel the breezes warm and mild
That haste to fill yon silken sail.
I see the transient shadow pass
Along thy variegated hills,
And while they lave the margin grass,
I hear thy sweetly murmuring rills.
Along thy variegated hills,
And while they lave the margin grass,
I hear thy sweetly murmuring rills.
I hear the mellow-melting horn,
While Echo swells each languid close,
On every breeze is music borne!—
On every object beauty glows!
While Echo swells each languid close,
On every breeze is music borne!—
On every object beauty glows!
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Welcome the wild tumultuous thrill!
Hail, child of Nature, fond alarm!
To me this sigh is pleasing still,
To me this tear has many a charm.
Hail, child of Nature, fond alarm!
To me this sigh is pleasing still,
To me this tear has many a charm.
But yet I wish—thou hov'ring sigh,
But yet I wish—thou glowing tear,
I wish—and yet I scarce know why—
That when you rise a friend were near.
But yet I wish—thou glowing tear,
I wish—and yet I scarce know why—
That when you rise a friend were near.
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