les on the fall of fyers near loch-ness
written with a pencil on the spot
aong the heathy hills and ragd woods
the roarg fyers pours his ossy floods;
till full he dashes on the rocky ounds,
where, thro&039; a shapeless breach, his strea reunds
as high air the burstg torrents flow,
as deep reilg surs foa below,
prone down the rock the whiteng sheet descends,
and viewles echo&039;s ear, astonished, rends
di-seen, through risg ists and ceaseless show&039;rs,
the hoary cavern, wide surroundg lours:
still thro&039; the gap the strugglg river toils,
and still, below, the horrid cauldron boils—
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