XLVI.

Away with these! true Wisdom's world will be[if]

Within its own creation, or in thine,

Maternal Nature! for who teems like thee,[ig]

Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine?

There Harold gazes on a work divine,

A blending of all beauties; streams and dells,

Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine,

And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells

From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.[ih]

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