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EXTRACTS
FROM A POEM ENTITLED
AN EVENING WALK;
Published in 1793.
Bright'ning the cliffs between, where sombrous pine
And yew-trees o'er the silver rocks recline;
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,
Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains:
How busy the enormous hive within,
While Echo dallies with the various din!
Some (hardly heard their chisel's clinking sound)
Toil, small as pigmies, in the gulf profound;
Some, dim between th' aëreal cliffs descry'd,
O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side;
These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless ring,
Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.
