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Poetry.
POETRY .
RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LAKES . —No . I . WINDERMERE . SUNSET . —TWILIGHT . THE sun low-sinking , like an orb of gold , Hung over sov ' reign Sea-fell ' s * lofty peak
, Diffusing glorious radiance . — WINANDER ' placid bosom felt the glow , And from its bright expanse reflected back The marvellous beauty of the western sky—A wizard mirror ! where each gorgeous tint , With all its lustrous glory , shone serene , As tho' another Heav ' n lay before us !
The circling hills , in sylvan beauty clad , Received the roseate hues , which now effus'd From the bright regions of the glowing west , Bath'd all the landscape in a lambent flood Of brightness , and of glory ! Yon mountains , Lifting high their broad empurpled summits , Far o ' er the crests of yonder woody hills , Have thrown a misty veil around their brows On which the setting sun sheds golden tints , And clothes them with aereal vestments .
Thus all the bright components of the scene , The hills , the mountains , and translucent lake , Reflect the beauties of this witching hour , And own the charms of sunset . And what a holy calm pervades the air ! How softly breathe the winds!—they kiss the lake , But leave its tranquil surface undisturb'd
E ' en by a single ripple . But now awakes With murm ' ring music indistinctly heard , The voice of distant torrents . Silent by day , They yield no cadence to the noontide time , But in the tranquil eve emit a sound So soft—so plaintive—yet so musical—As though , responsive to the vesper hour ,
The floods pour'd forth a low harmonious hymn Of gladness and of praise ! Their voices cease , Borne down the passing breeze . And now how still—How solemn ancl serene all nature seems ! The very winds are hushed in adoration ! Meanwhile the varying hues that deck the west , Deep ' ning in color as the sun declines , Fill earth and sky with rich effulgent beams , Shedding around trancendant loveliness !
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Poetry.
POETRY .
RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LAKES . —No . I . WINDERMERE . SUNSET . —TWILIGHT . THE sun low-sinking , like an orb of gold , Hung over sov ' reign Sea-fell ' s * lofty peak
, Diffusing glorious radiance . — WINANDER ' placid bosom felt the glow , And from its bright expanse reflected back The marvellous beauty of the western sky—A wizard mirror ! where each gorgeous tint , With all its lustrous glory , shone serene , As tho' another Heav ' n lay before us !
The circling hills , in sylvan beauty clad , Received the roseate hues , which now effus'd From the bright regions of the glowing west , Bath'd all the landscape in a lambent flood Of brightness , and of glory ! Yon mountains , Lifting high their broad empurpled summits , Far o ' er the crests of yonder woody hills , Have thrown a misty veil around their brows On which the setting sun sheds golden tints , And clothes them with aereal vestments .
Thus all the bright components of the scene , The hills , the mountains , and translucent lake , Reflect the beauties of this witching hour , And own the charms of sunset . And what a holy calm pervades the air ! How softly breathe the winds!—they kiss the lake , But leave its tranquil surface undisturb'd
E ' en by a single ripple . But now awakes With murm ' ring music indistinctly heard , The voice of distant torrents . Silent by day , They yield no cadence to the noontide time , But in the tranquil eve emit a sound So soft—so plaintive—yet so musical—As though , responsive to the vesper hour ,
The floods pour'd forth a low harmonious hymn Of gladness and of praise ! Their voices cease , Borne down the passing breeze . And now how still—How solemn ancl serene all nature seems ! The very winds are hushed in adoration ! Meanwhile the varying hues that deck the west , Deep ' ning in color as the sun declines , Fill earth and sky with rich effulgent beams , Shedding around trancendant loveliness !