Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 186. Lines on the Fall of Fyers |
| | | | Near Loch-Ness.
Written with a Pencil on the Spot. |
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| AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods | |
| The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; | |
| Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds, | |
| Where, thro’ a shapeless breach, his stream resounds. | |
| As high in air the bursting torrents flow, | 5 |
| As deep recoiling surges foam below, | |
| Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, | |
| And viewles Echo’s ear, astonished, rends. | |
| Dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show’rs, | |
| The hoary cavern, wide surrounding lours: | 10 |
| Still thro’ the gap the struggling river toils, | |
And still, below, the horrid cauldron boils—
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