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an image of stillness and repose wlien he 

 says, 



How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon yon bank ! 



Nothing in that line gives any indication 

 what sort of a bank it was ; but if you 

 fancy it broken and abrupt, the moon 

 might indeed shine, but it could no longer 

 sleep upon it. 



The same kind of sympathy that takes 

 place in smaller objects, in broken 

 ground, roots, stones, thorns, or briars, 

 where a certain degree of difficulty 

 and irritation is common and fami- 

 liar, seems to continue whatever be the 

 scale. A fall from a great height, as 

 from the side of a precipice, is equally 

 destructive whether the surface upon 

 which you would fall be rugged, or plains 

 yet the imagination would be differently 

 affected by looking down upon an even 

 surface, or on sharp pointed rocks ; and 

 some feeling of that kind I believe is al- 

 ways connected, though we may not at all 

 times be conscious of it, with broken and 

 pointed forms. 



But although it seems highly probablr 



