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Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for aught,
Stoutly struts his dames before. L'Allegro, 49. 3 Ilk hopping bird, wee, hapless thing
That in the merry months o' spring
What comes o'thee?
The hills and vallies with their ceaseless songs
up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Of voided pulse or half digested grain.
95 The streams are lost amid the splendid blank O’erwhelming all distinction. On the flood Indurated and fixt, the snowy weight Lies undissolved, while silently beneath And unperceived the current steals away.
100 Not so, where scornful of a check it leaps The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, And wantons in the pebbly gulf below. No frost can bind it there. Its utmost force Can but arrest the light and smoky mist
105 That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. And see where it has hung the embroidered banks With forms so various, that no powers of art,
pencil or the pen, may trace the scene !
Here glittering turrets rise, upbearing high
110 (Fantastic misarrangement) on the roof Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees And shrubs of fairy land. The chrystal drops That trickle down the branches, fast congeald Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
115 And prop the pile they but adorned before. Here grotto within grotto safe defies The sun-beam. There emboss'd and fretted wild The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain
120 The likeness of some object seen before. Thus nature works as if to mock at art“, And in defiance of her rival powers ; By these fortuitous and random strokes Performing such inimitable feats
125 As she with all her rules can never reach. Less worthy of applause though more admired, Because a novelty, the work of man, Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ ! Thy most magnificent and mighty freak,
4 'Twas nature's will; who sometimes undertakes,
For the reproof of human vanity,
Excursion, p. 263.
Wordsworth. Second Sonn. on Staffa.
Excursion, p. 101.
The wonder of the north. No forest fell
150 Gleamed through the clear transparency, that seemed Another moon new-risen?, or meteor fallen From heaven to earth, of lambent flame serene. So stood the brittle prodigy, though smooth And slippery the materials, yet frost-bound 155 Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within
Sharp sleet of arrowy showers. Par. Reg. iii. 324.
Iron sleet of arrowy shower. Gray. 6 There was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house while it was in building. 1 Kings, vi. 7.
7 As when the sun new risen. Par. Lost, i, 594.
That royal residence might well befit,
170 (Made by a monarch,) on her own estate, On human grandeur and the courts of kings. 'Twas transient in its nature, as in show 'Twas durable. As worthless as it seemed Intrinsically precious: to the foot
175 Treacherous and false, it smiled and it was cold. Great princes have great playthings. Some have
played At hewing mountains into men, and some At building human wonders mountain-high. Some have amused the dull sad years of life, 180 Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad, With schemes of monumental fame, and sought
8 See Kircher's description of the Grotto of Antiparos, in Goldsmith's Nat. vol. i. c. 8.
In several places magnificent columns, thrones, altars, and other objects appeared, as if nature had designed to mock the curiosities of art. &c.