298 MEMOIRS OP 



The Anemone and her modern-lite ob- 

 jefts of comparifon, by no means form one 

 of the gems of this poem, however har- 

 monious the lines. A lady's calafh and a. 

 landau are out of their place in high heroic 

 numbers. The Anemone and her triviali- 

 ties, are fublimely contrafted by the rock- 

 born Lichen, both in fcenery and accom- 

 plifliment. She has too much dignity 

 from her furrounding landfcape to have, or 

 to want an illuftrative fimile. Her habita- 

 tion is on the top of Snowdon, nodding 

 over the tumultuous river Conway ; the 

 hour midnight ; the ftars and cold moon 

 gilding the rifted rocks ; the whirlwind 

 and dark thunder-florin rolling and burft- 

 ing below the fummit of the mountain. 

 From it's topmoft ftone the transformation 

 of the Dipfaca conveys us to a valley 

 glowing beneath the long prevalence of the 

 dog-ftar, when the channel of every rill is 

 dry, and the parched earth gapes. The 



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