scuds,
with seeming roar.
low, in a sandy valley spread,
an a bh rear'd her head;
still, as in scottish story read,
she boasts a race
to ev'ry nobler virtue bred,
and polish'd grace.
by stately tow'r, or pace fair,
or ruins pe in the air,
bold stems of heroes, here and there,
i could dis;
some seem'd to muse, some seem'd to dare,
with feature stern.
my heart did glowing transport feel,
to see a race heroic wheel,
and brandish round the deep-dyed steel,
in sturdy blows;
while, back-recoiling, seem�
The Vision(6/17)