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860 As ruinous a place it was, Thought Peter, in the shire of Fife That served my turn, when following still From land to land a reckless will [95] I married my sixth wife! AS RUINOUS A PLACE IT WAS THOUGHT PETER IN THE SHIRE OF FIFE THAT SERVED MY TURN WHEN FOLLOWING STILL FROM LAND TO LAND A RECKLESS WILL I MARRIED MY SIXTH WIFE
- When, to upset [92] his spiteful mirth, A murmur, pent within the earth, In the dead earth beneath the road, 835 Rolled audibly! it swept along, A muffled noise--a rumbling sound!-- 'Twas by a troop of miners made, Plying with gunpowder their trade, Some twenty fathoms underground. 840 Small cause of dire effect! for, surely, If ever mortal, King or Cotter, Believed that earth was charged to quake And yawn for his unworthy sake, 'Twas Peter Bell the Potter. 845 But, as an oak in breathless air Will stand though to the centre hewn; Or as the weakest things, if frost Have stiffened them, maintain their post; So he, beneath the gazing moon!--850 The Beast bestriding thus, he reached A spot where, in a sheltering cove, [93] A little chapel stands alone, With greenest ivy overgrown, And tufted with an ivy grove; 855 Dying insensibly away From human thoughts and purposes, It seemed--wall, window, roof and tower [94]-- To bow to some transforming power, And blend with the surrounding trees. TER'S PRESENT MOOD AND GRINNING IN HIS TURN HIS TEETH HE IN JOCUS DEFIANCE SHOWED WHEN TO UPSET HIS SPITEFUL MIRTH A MURMUR PENT WITHIN THE EARTH IN THE DEAD EARTH BENEATH THE ROAD ROLLED AUDIBLY IT SWEPT ALONG A MUFFLED NOISE A RUMBLING SOUND TWAS BY A TROOP OF MINERS MADE PLYING WITH GUNPOWDER THEIR TRADE SOME TWENTY FATHOMS UNDERGROUND SMALL CAUSE OF DIRE EFFECT FOR SURELY IF EVER MORTAL KING OR COTTER BELIEVED THAT EARTH WAS CHARGED TO QUAKE AND YAWN FOR HIS UNWORTHY SAKE TWAS PETER BELL THE POTTER BUT AS AN OAK IN BREATHLESS AIR WILL STAND THOUGH TO THE CENTRE HEWN OR AS THE WEAKEST THINGS IF FROST HAVE STIFFENED THEM MAINTAIN THEIR POST SO HE BENEATH THE GAZING MOON THE BEAST BESTRIDING THUS HE REACHED A SPOT WHERE IN A SHELTERING COVE A LITTLE CHAPEL STANDS ALONE WITH GREENEST IVY OVERGROWN AND TUFTED WITH AN IVY GROVE DYING INSENSIBLY AWAY FROM HUMAN THOUGHTS AND PURPOSES IT SEEMED WALL WINDOW ROOF AND TOWER TO BOW TO SOME TRANSFORMING POWER AND BLEND WITH THE SURROUNDING TREES
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