on perusing the lay, &c.
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Wild, as her torrents' rapid course,
And awful as her stormy skies!
And awful as her stormy skies!
And soft! along the heathy waste
What strange mysterious warblings pour!—
All silent sinks the mountain blast,
The deafening linn suspends its roar.—
What strange mysterious warblings pour!—
All silent sinks the mountain blast,
The deafening linn suspends its roar.—
Hark! 'tis a deep, a potent strain!?
No vulgar minstrel strikes the lyre,
But on his heart and on his brain,
Flashes the Muse's lambent fire!
No vulgar minstrel strikes the lyre,
But on his heart and on his brain,
Flashes the Muse's lambent fire!
Aloft his mystic wand he rears—
When lo! the vapoury clouds of time
Leave all unveil'd the dark brown years,
Obedient to the wizard rhyme—
When lo! the vapoury clouds of time
Leave all unveil'd the dark brown years,
Obedient to the wizard rhyme—
