XLVI.

Away with these! true Wisdom's world will be[if] Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature! for who teems like thee,[ig] Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.[ih]