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a fine evening; the seven stars close to the mountain-top;
all the stars seemed brighter than usual. The steeps were
reflected in Brotherswater, and, above the lake, appeared
like enormous black perpendicular walls. The Kirkstone
torrents had been swoln by the rains, and now filled the
mountain pass with their roaring, which added greatly to the
solemnity of our walk. Behind us, when we had climbed to a
great height, we saw one light, very distinct, in the vale,
like a large red star - a solitary one in the gloomy region.
The cheerfulness of the scene was in the sky above us.
Reached home a little before midnight. The following verses
(from the Author's Miscellaneous Poems,) after what has just
been read may be acceptable to the reader, by way of
conclusion to this little Volume.
ODE.
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THE PASS OF KIRKSTONE.
1.
WITHIN the mind strong fancies work,
A deep delight the bosom thrills,
Oft as I pass along the fork
Of these fraternal hills:
Where, save the rugged road, we find
No appanage of human kind;
Nor hint of man, if stone or rock
Seem not his handy-work to mock
By something cognizably shaped;
Mockery - or model roughly hewn,
And left as if by earthquake strewn,
Or from the Flood escaped:
Altars for Druid service fit;
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