...morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the slcy, Viled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...fairer scene he ne'er surveyed. When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant...the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud Like that which streaks a thunder cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled dee]) and massy, close and high. Mine own romantick...

...round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Lake that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur...the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...most singular and striking description. " Well might our poet, in viewing such scenes, exclaim : iurh dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And »11 the steep' slope down. Whose ridgy back heares to fhe sky, TUed deep and mossy, close and high,...

...red ; For on the smoke-wreaths huge and slow, That round her sahle turrets flow, The morning heams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like...the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy hack heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down. Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky. Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...

...The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For in the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable...the huge castle holds its state And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic...