Skiddaw PELION and Ossa flourish side by side, Together in immortal books enrolled: His ancient dower Olympus hath not sold, And that inspiring hill, which “did divide Into two ample horns his forehead wide,” Shines with poetic radiance as of old; While not an English mountain we behold By the celestial muses glorified. Yet round our sea-girt shore they rise in crowds: What was the great Parnassus’ self to thee, Mount Skiddaw? In his natural sovereignty Our British hill is nobler far; he shrouds His double front among Atlantic clouds, And pours forth streams more sweet than Castaly. |
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