THE floods are roused, and will not soon be weary; Down from the Pennine Alps how fiercely sweeps CROGLIN, the stately Eden's tributary! He raves, or through some moody passage creeps Plotting new mischief -- out again he leaps Into broad light, and sends, through regions airy, That voice which soothed the Nuns while on the steeps They knelt in prayer, or sang to blissful Mary. That union ceased: then, cleaving easy walks Through crags, and smoothing paths beset with danger, Came studious Taste; and many a pensive stranger Dreams on the banks, and to the river talks. What change shall happen next to Nunnery Dell? Canal, and Viaduct, and Railway, tell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER SONG WITHOUT WORDS by PAUL VERLAINE ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA by ANDREW LANG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 1. THE MARVELLOUS SEED OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES KING EDWARD THE THIRD by WILLIAM BLAKE |