xxxvi.
Partook the savage wildness. And methinks
Amid such scenes as these, the Poet’s soul
Might best attain full growth; pine-cover’d rocks,
And mountain forests of eternal shade,
And glens and vales, on whose green quietness
The lingering eye reposes, and fair lakes
That image the light foliage of the beech,
Or the grey glitter of the aspen leaves
On the still bough thin trembling. Scenes like these
Have almost lived before me, when I gazed
Upon their fair resemblance traced by him[1]
Who sung the banish’d man of Ardebeil,
Or to the eye of Fancy held by her[2],
Who among women left no equal mind
When from this world she pass’d; and I could weep,
To think that She is to the grave gone down!
Amid such scenes as these, the Poet’s soul
Might best attain full growth; pine-cover’d rocks,
And mountain forests of eternal shade,
And glens and vales, on whose green quietness
The lingering eye reposes, and fair lakes
That image the light foliage of the beech,
Or the grey glitter of the aspen leaves
On the still bough thin trembling. Scenes like these
Have almost lived before me, when I gazed
Upon their fair resemblance traced by him[1]
Who sung the banish’d man of Ardebeil,
Or to the eye of Fancy held by her[2],
Who among women left no equal mind
When from this world she pass’d; and I could weep,
To think that She is to the grave gone down!
- ↑ Alluding to some views in Norway, taken by Mr. Charles Fox—Whose Plaints, Consolations, and Delights of Achmed Ardebeili, from the Persian, are well known.
- ↑ Mary Wollstonecraft.
