THE CATARACT OF LODORE. “ How does the water come down at Lodore ?”.

“ Here it comes sparkling,
And there it lies darkling;
Here smoking and frothing,
Its tumult and wrath in,
It hastens along, conflicting strong;
Now striking and raging,
As if a war waging,
Its caverns and rocks among.
Rising and leaping,
Sinking and creeping,
Swelling and Ainging,
Showering and springing,
Eddying and whisking,
Spouting and frisking,
Turning and twisting

Around and around,
Collecting, disjecting

With endless rebound:
Smiting and fighting,
A sight to delight in,

Confounding, astounding,
Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
VOL. IX. 3rd SERIES.

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