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IN CUMBERLAND	A
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Hail Derwent's beauteous pride	B
Whose charms rough rocks in threatening grandeur guard	C
Whose entrance seems to mortals barred	C
But to the Genius of the storm thrown wide	B
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He on thy rock's dread height	D
Reclined beneath his canopy of clouds	E
His form in darkness shrouds	E
And frowns as fixt to keep thy beauties from the sight	D
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But rocks and storms are vain	F
Midst mountains rough and rude	G
Man's daring feet intrude	G
Till lo upon the ravished eye	H
Burst thy clear stream thy smiling sky	H
Thy wooded valley and thy matchless plain	F
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Bright vale the Muse's choicest theme	I
My morning thought my midnight dream	I
Still memory paints thee smiling scene	J
Still views the robe of purest green	J
Refreshed by beauty shedding rains	K
Which wraps thy flower enamelled plains	K
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Still marks thy mountains' fronts sublime	L
Force graces from the hand of time	L
Still I thy rugged rocks recall	M
Which seem as nodding to their fall	M
Whose wonders fixed my aching sight	D
Till terror yielded to delight	D
And my surprises pleasures fears	N
Were told by slow delicious tears	O
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But suddenly the smiling day	P
That cheered the valley flies away	P
The wooded rocks the rapid stream	I
No longer boast the noon tide beam	I
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But storms athwart the mountains sail	Q
And darkly brood o'er Borrowdale	Q
The frightened swain his cottage seeks	R
Ere the thick cloud in terror speaks	R
And see pale lightning flashes round	S
While as the thunder's awful sound	S
On Echo's pinion widely flies	T
Yon cataract's roar unheeded dies	T
And thee Sublimity I hail	Q
Throned on the gloom of Borrowdale	Q
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But soon the thunder dies away	P
The flash withdraws its fearful ray	P
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Again upon the silver stream	I
Waves in bright wreaths the noon tide beam	I
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O scene sequestered varied wild	U
Scene formed to soothe Affliction's child	U
How blest were I to watch each charm	V
That decks thy vale in storm or calm	W
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To see Aurora's hand unbind	U
The mists by night's chill power confined	U
Upon the mountain's dusky brow	X
Then mark their colours as they flow	Q
Gliding the colder West to seek	Y
As from the East day's splendours break	Z
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Now the green plain enchants the sight	U
Adorned with spots of yellow light	U
While by its magic influence shade	U
With contrast seems each charm to aid	U
And clothes the woods in deeper dyes	T
To suit the azure vested skies	T
While lo the lofty rocks above	A2
Where proudly towers the bird of Jove	A2
See from the view yon radiant cloud	U
His broad and sable pinions shroud	U
Till as he onward wings his flight	U
He vanishes in floods of light	U
Where feathered clouds on ther sail	Q
And glittering hang o'er Borrowdale	Q
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Or at still midnight's solemn hour	B2
When the dull bat revolves no more	C2
In search of nature's awful grace	D2
I'd go with slow and cautious pace	D2
Where the loud torrent's foaming tide	U
Lashes the rock's uneven side	U
That rock which o'er the stream below	Q
Bending its moss clad crumbling brow	X
Makes pale with fear the wanderer's cheek	Y
Nor midnight's silence fails to break	Z
By fragments from its aged head	U
Which rushing to the river's bed	U
Cause as they dash the waters round	U
A dread variety of sound	U
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While I the gloomy grandeur hail	Q
And awe struck rove through Borrowdale	Q
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Yes scene sequestered varied wild	U
So form'd to soothe Affliction's child	U
Sweet Borrowdale to thee I'll fly	Q
To hush my bosom's ceaseless sigh	Q
If yet in Nature's store there be	E2
One kind heart healing balm for me	E2
Now the long hours are told by sighs	T
And sorrow steals health's crimson dyes	T
If aught can smiles and bloom restore	C2
Ah surely thine's the precious power	B2
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Then take me to thy world of charms	F2
And hush my tortured breast's alarms	F2
Thy scenes with unobtrusive art	U
Shall steal the mourner from her heart	U
The hands in sorrow claspt unclose	F2
Bid her sick soul on Heaven repose	F2
And soothed by time and nature hail	Q
Health peace and hope in Borrowdale	Q

Amelia Opie

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