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710 To a close lane they now are come, Where, as before, the enduring Ass Moves on without a moment's stop, Nor once turns round his head to crop A bramble leaf or blade of grass. TO A CLOSE LANE THEY NOW ARE COME WHEREAS BEFORE THE ENDURING ASS MOVES ON WITHOUT A MOMENT'S STOP OR ONCE TURNS ROUND HIS HEAD TO CROP A BRAMBLE LEAF OR BLADE OF GRASS
 fantastic scene; Temples like those among the Hindoos, And mosques, and spires, and abbey-windows, And castles all with ivy green! 685 And, while the Ass pursues his way, Along this solitary dell, As pensively his steps advance, The mosques and spires change countenance, And look at Peter Bell! 690 That unintelligible cry Hath left him high in preparation,-- Convinced that he, or soon or late, This very night will meet his fate-- And so he sits in expectation! 695 [75] The strenuous Animal hath clomb With the green path; and now he wends Where, shining like the smoothest sea, In undisturbed immensity A [76] level plain extends. 700 But whence this faintly-rustling sound By which the journeying pair are chased? --A withered leaf is close behind, [77] Light plaything for the sportive wind Upon that solitary waste. 705 When Peter spied the moving thing, It only doubled his distress; [78] "Where there is not a bush or tree, The very leaves they follow me-- So huge hath been my wickedness! NDING AWAY BETWEEN THE FERN THE ROCKS THAT TOWER ON EITHER SIDE BUILD UP A WILD FANTASTIC SCENE TEMPLES LIKE THOSE AMONG THE HINDUS AND MOSQUES AND SPIRES AND ABBEY WINDOWS AND CASTLES ALL WITH IVY GREEN AND WHILE THE ASS PURSUES HIS WAY ALONG THIS SOLITARY DELL AS PENSIVELY HIS STEPS ADVANCE THE MOSQUES AND SPIRES CHANGE COUNTENANCE AND LOOK AT PETER BELL THAT UNINTELLIGIBLE CRY HATH LEFT HIM HIGH IN PREPARATION CONVINCED THAT HE OR SOON OR LATE THIS VERY NIGHT WILL MEET HIS FATE AND SO HE SITS IN EXPECTATION A STRENUOUS ANIMAL HATH CLOWN WITH THE GREEN PATH AND NOW HE WENDS WHERE SHINING LIKE THE SMOOTHEST SEA IN UNDISTURBED IMMENSITY A LEVEL PLAIN EXTENDS BUT WHENCE THIS FAINTLY RUSTLING SOUND BY WHICH THE JOURNEYING PAIR ARE CHASTE A WITHERED LEAF IS CLOSE BEHIND LIGHT PLAYTHING FOR THE SPORTIVE WIND UPON THAT SOLITARY WASTE WHEN PETER SPIED THE MOVING THING IT ONLY DOUBLED HIS DISTRESS WHERE THERE IS NOT A BUSH OR TREE THE VERY LEAVES THEY FOLLOW ME SO HUGE HATH BEEN MY WICKEDNESS
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