A breath of the mountains, fresh born in the regions majestic,
That look with their eye-daring summits deep into the sky.
The voice of great Nature; sublime with her lofty conceptions,
Yet earnest and simple as any sweet child of the green lowly vale.
More verses by George Meredith
- My Theme
- The Invective Of Achilles
- Continued
- The Invective Of Achilles--V. 225
- The Head Of Bran The Blest