LXXIII.

Once more upon the woody Apennine-- The infant Alps, which--had I not before Gazed on their mightier Parents, where the pine Sits on more shaggy summits, and where roar[nh] The thundering Lauwine[454]--might be worshipped more; But I have seen the soaring Jungfrau rear[ni] Her never-trodden snow, and seen the hoar Glaciers of bleak Mont Blanc both far and near-- And in Chimari heard the Thunder-Hills of fear,