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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
III. No Barrenness in Nature without Beauty
By Anna Seward (1747–1809)
FROM these wild heights, where oft the mists descend
  In rains that shroud the sun and chill the gale,
  Each transient gleaming interval we hail,
And rove the naked valleys, and extend
Our gaze around where yon vast mountains blend        5
  With billowy clouds that o’er their summits sail,
Pondering how little Nature’s charms befriend
  The barren scene, monotonous and pale,
Yet solemn when the darkening shadows fleet
  Successive o’er the wide and silent hills,        10
Gilded by wat’ry sunbeams: then we meet
  Peculiar pomp of vision. Fancy thrills;
And owns there is no scene so rude and bare
But Nature sheds or grace or grandeur there.

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