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VIII.
Between the branches of the horned flood
With shade of loftiest growth and sunny smile,
Commingling graced a cool sequester'd isle, r
Crowns the high steep, and from its echoing wood
Proclaims the tumults of the restless vale
Far round, and calm as Dian's argent brow
Brush'd by the clouds, o'erlooks the storm below.
There many a stranger woos the breathing gale,
Worn with his toilsome ramble: there, they say,
Stern Winter oft his shining armoury s rears,
Framed in his icy forge; with crystal spears
And diamond lances hangs each bending spray,
Each trunk with mail, or helm, or buckler bright,
By man's slow toils unmatched, the fabric of a night.
With shade of loftiest growth and sunny smile,
Commingling graced a cool sequester'd isle, r
Crowns the high steep, and from its echoing wood
Proclaims the tumults of the restless vale
Far round, and calm as Dian's argent brow
Brush'd by the clouds, o'erlooks the storm below.
There many a stranger woos the breathing gale,
Worn with his toilsome ramble: there, they say,
Stern Winter oft his shining armoury s rears,
Framed in his icy forge; with crystal spears
And diamond lances hangs each bending spray,
Each trunk with mail, or helm, or buckler bright,
By man's slow toils unmatched, the fabric of a night.
