INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND.
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Who, prison'd by enchanter's spell,
Shakes the dark rock with groan and yell.
And well that Palmer's form and mien
255Had suited with the stormy scene,
Just on the edge, straining his ken
To view the bottom of the den,
Where, deep deep down, and far within,
Toils with the rocks the roaring linn;
260Then, issuing forth one foamy wave,
And wheeling round the Giant's Grave,
White as the snowy charger's tail,
Drives down the pass of Moffatdale.
Shakes the dark rock with groan and yell.
And well that Palmer's form and mien
255Had suited with the stormy scene,
Just on the edge, straining his ken
To view the bottom of the den,
Where, deep deep down, and far within,
Toils with the rocks the roaring linn;
260Then, issuing forth one foamy wave,
And wheeling round the Giant's Grave,
White as the snowy charger's tail,
Drives down the pass of Moffatdale.
Marriott, thy harp, on Isis strung,
265To many a Border theme has rung:
Then list to me, and thou shalt know
Of this mysterious Man of Woe.
265To many a Border theme has rung:
Then list to me, and thou shalt know
Of this mysterious Man of Woe.
