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1 .i to the wintry winds the pilot yields
His bark careering o'er untrodden fields ;
\nvv mi Atlantic waves he rides afar
Where Andes, giant of the western star,
With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd,
I. 'inks from hi^ ihnme of clouds o'er half the world.
The sounding Cataract
Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An ;>] ipeiilr, a feeling, and a love.
CAMPBELL.
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