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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1087

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


The western waves of ebbing day

185 Rolled o'er the glen their level way;

Each purple peak, each flinty spire,

Was bathed in floods of living fire.

But not a setting beam could glow

Within the dark ravines below,

190 Where twined the path in shadow hid,

Round many a rocky pyramid,

Shooting abruptly from the dell

Its thunder-splintered pinnacle;

Round many an insulated mass,

195 The native bulwarks of the pass,

Huge as the tower which builders vainnote

Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.

The rock

y summits, split and rent,

Formed turret, dome, or battlement,

200 Or seemed fantastically set

With cupola or minaret,

Wild crests as pagod ever decked,

Or mosque of Eastern architect.

Nor were these earth-born castles bare,

205 Nor lacked they many a banner fair;

For, from their shivered brows displayed,

Far o'er the unfathomable glade,

All twinkling with the dewdrops sheen,note

The brier-rose fell in streamers green,

210 And creeping shrubs, of thousand dyes,

Waved in the west-wind's summer sighs.

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