. Le opere poetiche di Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. con una attenta revisione del testo. aterloo subscription.Abbotsford, 1S15. STfje iFielti di JHHaterloo. Fair Bruxelles, tu sei lontano dietro,però, persistente su la mattina vento, si possono ancora sentire il hourPealed su Orchard e canal,con voce e prolungato di caduta misurato. Dalla fiera di Saint Michaels tower;il tuo legno scuro, Soignies, ci tiene ora.dove gli alti faggi fronda lucida per molti un campionato intorno,con la betulla e quercia darksome tra,si diffonde in profondità e lontano un pathless schermo della foresta aggrovigliati massa.gambi piantati vicino da gambi sfidare Tlie annuncio

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. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. aterloo Subscription.Abbotsford, 1S15. STfje iFielti of JHHaterloo. Fair Brussels, thou art far behind, Though, lingering on the morning wind, We yet may hear the hourPealed over orchard and canal, With voice prolonged and measured fall. From proud Saint Michaels tower;Thy wood, dark Soignies, holds us now.Where the tall beeches glossy bough For many a league around, With birch and darksome oak between, Spreads deep and far a pathless screen Of tangled forest ground.Stems planted close by stems defy Tlie adventurous foot — the curious eye For access seeks in vain ;And the brown tapestry of leaves.Strewed on the blighted ground, receives Nor sun nor air nor rain.No opening glade dawns on our way, No streamlet glancing to the ray Our woodland pathhas crossed :And the straight causeway which we treadProlongs a line of dull arcade, Unvarying through the unvaried shade Until in distance lost. A brighter, livelier scene succeeds :In groups the scattering wood recedes, 424 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS.. Hedge-rows, and huts, and sunny meads. And corn-fields glance between ;The peasant at his labor blithePlies the hooked staff and shortenedscythe : — But when these ears were green, Placed close within destructions scope, Full little was that rustics hope Their ripening to have seen !And, lo ! a hamlet and its fane : —Let not the gazer with disdain Their architecture view;For yonder rude ungraceful shrineAnd disproportioned spire are thine, Immortal Waterloo ! Fear not the heat, though full and highThe sun has scorched the autumn sky, And scarce a forest straggler nowTo shade us spreads a greenwood bough;These fields have seen a hotter dayThan eer was fired by sunny ray.Yet one mile on—yon shattered hedgeCrests the soft hill whose long smooth ridge Looks on the field below, And sinks so gently on the daleThat not the folds of Beautys veil In easier curves can flow. Brief space from thence the

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