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The Vale Of Aire |
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Title: The Vale Of Aire Author: Bill o'th' Hoylus End [More Titles by Bill o'th' Hoylus End] [It was early in the morning that I took my ramble. I had noticed but little until I arrived at the foot of the quaint old hamlet of Marley. My spirits began to be cheered, for lively gratitude glowed in my heart at the wild romantic scenery before me. Passing the old mansion, I wended my way towards the huge crag called the "Altar Rock." Wild and rugged as the scenery was, it furnished an agreeable entertainment to my mind, and with pleasure I pushed my way to the top of the gigantic rock, where I viewed the grandeur of the vale below. The blossom on the branches, the crooked Aire gliding along like sheets of polished crystal, made me poetic. I thought of Nicholson, the poet of this beautiful vale, and reclining on a green moss-covered bank, I framed these words.] No monument in marble can I raise, All hail, the songsters that awake the morn, From off yon rock that rears its head so high, In Goitstock Falls, and rugged Marley's hill, So, Homer-like, thy harp was wont to tune No flattering baseness could employ thy mind, Though small regard be paid to worth so rare, [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |