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Hither he his course is bending;   Now he leaves the lower ground, And up the craggy hill ascending 35 Many a stop and stay he makes, Many a breathing fit he takes;  [7] Steep the way and wearisome, Yet all the while his whip is dumb! HITHER HE HIS COURSE IS BENDING NOW HE LEAVES THE LOWER GROUND AND UP THE CRAGGY HILL ASCENDING MANY A STOP AND STAY HE MAKES MANY A BREATHING FIT HE TAKES STEEP THE WAY AND WEARISOME YE ALL THE WHILE HIS WHIP IS DUMB
rd Is all that can be heard [1] 5 In silence deeper far than that of deepest noon! Confiding Glow-worms, 'tis a night Propitious to your earth-born light! But, where the scattered stars are seen In hazy straits the clouds between, 10 Each, in his station twinkling not, Seems changed into a pallid spot. [2] The mountains against heaven's grave weight Rise up, and grow to wondrous height. [3] The air, as in a lion's den, 15 Is close and hot;--and now and then Comes a tired [4] and sultry breeze With a haunting and a panting, Like the stifling of disease; But the dews [5] allay the heat, 20 And the silence makes it sweet. Hush, there is some one on the stir! 'Tis Benjamin the Waggoner; Who long hath trod this toilsome way, Companion of the night and [6] day. 25 That far-off tinkling's drowsy cheer, Mix'd with a faint yet grating sound In a moment lost and found, The Wain announces--by whose side Along the banks of Rydal Mere 30 He paces on, a trusty Guide,-- Listen! you can scarcely hear! STEALING THE BUZZING DOOR HAWK ROUND AND ROUND IS WHEELING THAT SOLITARY BIRD IS ALL THAT CAN BE HEARD IN SILENCE DEEPER FAR THAN THAT OF DEEPEST NOON CONFIDING GLOW WORMS TIS A NIGHT PROPITIOUS TO YOUR EARTH BORN LIGHT BUT WHERE THE SCATTERED STARS ARE SEEN IN HAZY STRAITS THE CLOUDS BETWEEN EACH IN HIS STATION TWINKLING NOT SEEMS CHANGED INTO A PALLID SPOT THE MOUNTAINS AGAINST HEAVEN'S GRAVE WEIGHT RISE UP AND GROW TO WONDROUS HEIGHT THE AIR AS IN A LION'S DEN IS CLOSE AND HOT AND NOW AND THEN COMES A TIRED AND SULTRY BREEZE WITH A HAUNTING AND A PANTING LIKE THE STIFLING OF DISEASE BUT THE DEWS ALLAY THE HEAT AND THE SILENCE MAKES IT SWEET HUSH THERE IS SOME ONE ON THE STIR TIS BENJAMIN THE WAGGONER WHO LONG HATH TROD THIS TOILSOME WAY COMPANION OF THE NIGHT AND DAY THAT FAR OFF TINKLING'S DROWSY CHEER MIXED WITH A FAINT YET GRATING SOUND IN A MOMENT LOST AND FOUND THE WANE ANNOUNCES BY WHOSE SIDE ALONG THE BANKS OF RIDAL MERE HE PACES ON A TRUSTY GUIDE LISTEN YOU CAN SCARCELY HEAR
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