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Whence the swart fairies of the mine below
Indignant dash'd the work of Roman pride,

A tower tho' thron'd in heaven
Too weak to awe the land.

Were I a flame-shaft of the northern * dawn 45
On Skiddaw's highth I'd take my glittering stand,

And wreathe with flickering fire
His murky brow sublime,

While Darkness still with her broad mantle wraps The giant-limbs of his majestic form,

50 And Silence clasps his foot Save where hoarse torrents rush.

Thence would I stretch my sword cherubic wide
O'er all thy kindling waters, and expand

A ruby sea of fire
Between thy mountains dun.

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Skiddaw lies to the north of Keswic.

Then quench the fervent blushes on thy cheek,
And chace the whitening splendor far away

To sparkle thro' the air
In many a fleecy flake.

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Yet wherefore dream? perchance when life recedes
And woes have rid me of this mortal robe

That tempts my trammeld step
To droil in earthly care,

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The doom-fulfilling Angel shall conduct
My soul to mansions in the airy halls,

Above thy shining floor
That heave their sapphire roofs;

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To my delighted spirit shall consign
The rule of every vapour that ascends

Between thy rifted rocks,
Or thro' thy bubbling wave:

Of every breeze that plays along thy breast,
Or shakes the pattering foliage of thy trees,

Of every blast that howls
Thy dark brown hills among

Then will I pall me in tempestuous gloom ;
Athwart thy banks in sevenfold *thunders roll,

And heap thy billowing tide,
Black, rough, as lava-fields.

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And (when I've learnt to sway destroying storms,
To line the lightning with impurpled flame,

And from unerring hand
To hurl the fiery doom,)

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Yon froof, profaner of my realm, assail,
The gathered terrors of this red right arm

Thine isle of rock shall quake,
And every building fall :

* From one situation on the lake an echo repeats seven times.

+ JOSEPH POCKLINGTON, Efq. has decorated an island in the lake of which he is owner, with stables in the form of a church, a mock fort neatly white-wash'd, a trim boat-house leaning on the remains of a Druidical Temple, whose central stone is yearly painted with white lead and oil, &c.

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The roaring surges from its shore shall dash
The painted traces of thy harlot-taste ;

Thy hall wide-wasting flame
To shapeless ruin sear.

There, (as o'er slaughter-fields the Fiend of war
Broods smiling, while his swollen nostril drinks

The cloud of steaming blood
And agonizing groans,)

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Awhile I'll lower o'er the crumbling wrack
Till the gusts slink anew to wombing dens,

The clouds uncurtain heaven,
The murmuring waters hush.

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Then shall

my

satiate ire no more forbid The tears of twilight on the isle to gleam,

Or rainbow-girded showers
To kiss the flowery shore.

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I'll show the Elves where on its scented brink
The purple violets drench their heads in dew,

The dawn-hued primrose blooms,
Or waves the eglantine.

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The rifted oak with misletoe shall teem,
The vervain gad along the pathless soil,

And from the mossier walls,
Unfading ivy bow.

From cloudy exile will I then recall
The ghosts of Druids to their ring of stones,

And, when the white-robed choir
Their solemn round renew,

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And from their golden harps melodious, pour
Aerial music down the listening vales,

(While thro' the streakless blue
Slow winds the full-orb'd moon,

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And all the stars in living radiance bath’d,
Their cluster'd glories o'er the mountains roll,

Surveying in thy flood,
Keswic, their beamy locks,).

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The dusky Fays of Borro's echoing cave
From their deep palace by the sound evok’d,

Shall on thy tawny sands
Their jetty tribute fing;

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