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"Stone !did the hand of sacerdotal fraud Shape thee into this vital type of things, Or did a million winters, on their wings Of sythe-like perseverence come abroad To bid conjecture stand before thee awed, And, almost severing thee from present earth, Make thee a marvel? Vainly giv'st thou birth To solomn fancies, building an abode Around thee, for a world of shapeless ghosts; Vainly they rise before me, calling up Kings and their masters, and imagined hosts, That fight for clouds. What then! the heath-flower's cup With dewdrops feeds this fountain ever dear And the winged ouzel whistles "God is here!" By Ebenezer Elliot , the Corn-law Rhymer. from his sonnet The Rock Idol at Brimham

Posted by fitzcoraldo 22nd October 2002ce

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