1 .i to the wintry winds the pilot yields 



His bark careering o'er untrodden fields ; 



\nvv mi Atlantic waves he rides afar 



Where Andes, giant of the western star, 



With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd, 



I. 'inks from hi^ ihnme of clouds o'er half the world. 



CAMPBELL. 



The sounding Cataract 



Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, 

 The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, 

 Their colours and their forms, were then to me 



An ;>] ipeiilr, a feeling, and a love. 



\YoHHs\\oK I II. 



