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One after one, still lessening by degrees Up to the dwarf that tops the pinnacle. Upon the Board he lays the sky-blue stone With its rich spoil ;—their numbers he proclaims, Tells from vvhat pool the noblest had been dragg'd, And where the very monarch of the brook, After long struggle, had escaped at last— Stealing alternately at them and us
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(As doth his Comrade too) a look of pride. And, verily, the silent Creatures made A splendid sight, together thus exposed ; Dead—but not sullied or deformed by death, That seemed to pity what he could not spare. But oh ! the animation in the mien Of these two Boys ! Yea in the very words With which the young Narrator was inspired, When, as our questions led, he told at large Of that day's prowess! Him might I compare, His looks, tones, gestures, eager eloquence, To a bold Brook which splits for better speed, And, at the self-same moment, works its way Through many channels, ever and anon Parted and reunited ; his Compeer To the still Lake, whose stillness is to the eye As beautiful, as grateful to the mind. —But to what object shall the lovely Girl Be likened ? She whose countenance and air Unite the graceful qualities of both, Even as the shares the pride and joy of both ? from Wordsworth's "Excursion."
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