The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

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The thin grey clouds wax dimly light
On Brusleton and Houghton height;
And the rich dale, that eastward lay,
Waked the wakening touch of day,
To give its woods and cultur'd plain,
And towers and spires, to light again.
But, westward, Stanmore's shapeless swell,
And Lunedale wild, and Kelton-feIll
And rock-begirdled Gilmanscar,.
And Arkingarth, lay dark afar;
While, as a livelier twilight falls,
Emerge proud Barnard's banner'd walls
High crown'd he sits, in dawning pale,
The sovereign of the lovely vale.
IL
What prospects, from the watch-tower high,
Gleam gradual on the warder's eyel
Far sweeping to the east, he sees
Down his deep woods the course of Tees,
And tracks his wanderings by the steam
Of summer vapours from the stream;
And ere he pace his destin'd hour
By Brackenbury's dungeon-tower,
These silver mnists shall melt away,
And dew the woods with glitt'ring spray.
Then in broad lustre shall be shlown
That mighty trench of living stone,
And each huge trunk that, fiom the side,
Reclines him o'er the darksome tide,
Where Tees, full many a fathom low,
Wears with his rage no common foe;
For pebbly bank, nor sand-bed here,
Nor clay-mound, checks his fierce career.
Condemn'd to mine a channell'd way,
O'er solid sheets of marble grey.
ILL
Nor Tees alone, in dawning bright,
Shall rush upon the ravish'd sight;
But many a tributary stream
Each from its own dark dell shall glearm,
Staindrop, who, from her silvan bowers
Saiutes proud Raby's battled towers.