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Excerpt from Gertrude Of Wyoming	A
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Apart there was a deep untrodden grot	B
Where oft the reading hours sweet Gertrude wore	C
Tradition had not named its lonely spot	B
But here methinks might India's sons explore	C
Their father's dust or lift perchance of yore	C
Their voice to the great Spirit rocks sublime	D
To human art a sportive semblance bore	C
And yellow lichens coloured all the clime	D
Like moonlight battlements and towers decayed by time	D
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But high in amphitheatre above	E
Gay tinted woods their massy foliage threw	F
Breathed but an air of heaven and all the grove	G
As if instinct with living spirit grew	F
Rolling its verdant gulfs of every hue	F
And now suspended was the pleasing din	H
Now from a murmur faint it swelled anew	F
Like the first note of organ heard within	H
Cathedral aisles ere yet its symphony begin	H
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It was in this lone valley she would charm	D
the lingering noon where flowers a couch had strown	H
Her cheek reclining and her snowy arm	D
On hillock by the pine tree half o'ergrown	H
And aye that volume on her lap is thrown	H
Which every heart of human mould endears	I
With Shakspear's self she speaks and smiles alone	H
And no intruding visitation fears	I
To shame the unconscious laugh or stop her sweetest tears	I
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And nought within the grove was seen or heard	B
But stock doves plaining through its gloom profound	B
Or winglet of the fairy humming bird	B
Like atoms of the rainbow fluttering round	B
When lo there entered to its inmost ground	B
A youth the stranger of a distant land	B
He was to weet for eastern mountains bound	B
But late th' equator suns his cheeks had tanned	B
And California's gales his roving bosom fanned	B
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A steed whose rein hung loosely o'er his arm	D
He led dismounted ere his leisure pace	I
Amid the brown leaves could her ear alarm	D
Close he had come and worshipped for a space	I
Those downcast features she her lovely face	I
Uplift on one whose lineaments and frame	D
Wore youth and manhood's intermingled grace	I
Iberian seemed his boot his robe the same	D
And well the Spanish plume his lofty looks became	D
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For Albert's home he sought her finger fair	J
Has pointed where the father's mansion stood	B
Returning from the copse he soon was there	J
And soon has Getrude hied from dark green wood	B
Nor joyess by the converse understood	B
Between the man of age and pilgrim young	K
That gay congeniality of mood	B
And early liking from acquaintance sprung	K
Full fluently coversed their guest in England's tongue	K
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And well could he his pilgrimage of taste	B
Unfold and much they loved his fervid strain	H
While he each fair variety retraced	B
Of climes and manners o'er the eastern main	H
Now happy Switzer's hills romantic Spain	H
Gay lilied fields of France or more refined	B
The soft Ausonia's monumental reign	H
Nor less each rural image he designed	B
Than all the city's pomp and home of human kind	B
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Anon some wilder portraiture he draws	I
Of Nature's savage glories he would speak	L
The loneliness of earth that overawes	I
Where resting by some tomb of old Cacique	L
The lama driver on Peruvia's peak	L
Nor living voice nor motion marks around	B
But storks that to the boundless forest shriek	L
Or wild cane arch high flung o'er gulf profound	B
That fluctuates when the storms of El Dorado sound	B

Thomas Campbell

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