The Banks of Wye by Robert Bloomfield
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The MUNNO join'd us all unseen,
TROY HOUSE, and BEAUFORT'S bowers of green, And nameless prospects, half defin'd, Involv'd in mist, were left behind. Yet as the boat still onward bore, These ramparts of the eastern shore Cower'd the high crest to many a sweep, And bade us o'er each minor steep Mark the bold KYMIN'S sunny brow, That, gleaming o'er our fogs below, Lifted amain with giant power, E'en to the clouds his NAVAL TOWER[1]; [Footnote 1: The Kymin Pavilion, erected in honour of the British Admirals, and their unparalleled victories.] Proclaiming to the morning sky, Valour, and fame, and victory. The air resign'd its hazy blue, Just as LANDOGA came in view; Delightful village! one by one, Its climbing dwellings caught the sun. So bright the scene, the air so clear, Young Love and Joy seem'd station'd here; And each with floating banners cried, "Stop friends, you'll meet the slimy tide." Rude fragments, torn, disjointed, wild, High on the Glo'ster shore are pil'd; No ruin'd fane, the boast of years, Unstain'd by time the group appears; |
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