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...To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than...things in its track, Charming the eye with dread,—a matchles cataract, (37) LXXII. Ca Us steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters,...

...To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than...thus to be Parent of rivers which flow gushingly, [back ! With many windings, through the vale:—Look Lo! where it comes like an eternity, As if to...

...myself into the same strong and awful cast of feeling that pervaded the imagination of the poet. " Lo where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its tract, Charming the eye with dread."*— ' I can view the ocean in its immensity, and admire the genius...

...poetry the stupendous appearance of this cascade, bursts out into the following noble exclamation :— " Look back! Lo! where it comes like an eternity, As...Charming the eye with dread—a matchless cataract!" What makes this thought so poetical ?—the language is of the simplest nature, such indeed as might...

...cast in a poetic mould, as either Shakspeare, Dante, or Lord Byron. "Look back! Lo! where it conies like an eternity, ' As if to sweep down all things...Charming the eye with dread—a matchless cataract!" • Nearly allied to this is what we would denominate the poetry of imagination. This is distinguished...

...tameness of feeling, H which runs through the whole, betrays itself in the concluding line of one of them; Look back! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its tract, Charming the eye with dread,—a matchless cataractA passage relating to the Appenines, immediately...

...on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throe* Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With mauy wiiidiugs, through tbe vale;—I,ook back! Lo! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep...

...To the broad column, which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea, Tom from the womb of mountains, by the throes Of a new world, than only thui to be Parent of Rivers, which flow gushingly With many windings through the vale :—Look back...

...To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes (Of a new world, than...the eye with dread,—a matchless cataract, Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the...