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That opens on my vision. Half way upPleasant it were upon some broad smooth rockTo sit and sun me, and look down belowAnd watch the goatherd down that high-bank'd pathUrging his flock grotesque; and bidding nowHis lean rough dog from some near cliff to driveThe straggler; while his barkings loud and quickAmid their trembling bleat arising oft,Fainter and fainter from the hollow roadSend their faint echoes, till the waterfall,Hoarse bursting from the cavern'd cliff beneath,Their dying murmurs drown. A little yetOnward, and I have gain'd the upmost height.Fair spreads the vale below: I see the streamStream radiant on beneath the noontide sky.A passing cloud darkens the bordering steep,Where the town-spires behind the castle towersRise graceful; brown the mountain in its shade,Whose circling grandeur, part by mists conceal'd,Part with white rocks resplendent in the sun,
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