A brief account of the picturesque scenery on the banks of the Wye between Ross and Chepstow . of giganticdimension, perpendicular, or overhanging, pro-jecting abruptly from amid oaks, and hung withrich festoons of ivy. The rain and storms ofages have beaten and washed them into suchfantastic forms, that they appear like somecaprice of human art. Castles and towers,amphitheatres and fortifications, battlementsand obelisks, mock the wanderer, who fancieshimself transported into the ruins of a city ofsome extinct race. Some of these picturesquemasses are at times loosened by the action ofthe wea
A brief account of the picturesque scenery on the banks of the Wye between Ross and Chepstow . of giganticdimension, perpendicular, or overhanging, pro-jecting abruptly from amid oaks, and hung withrich festoons of ivy. The rain and storms ofages have beaten and washed them into suchfantastic forms, that they appear like somecaprice of human art. Castles and towers,amphitheatres and fortifications, battlementsand obelisks, mock the wanderer, who fancieshimself transported into the ruins of a city ofsome extinct race. Some of these picturesquemasses are at times loosened by the action ofthe weather, and fall thundering from rock torock, with a terrific plunge into the river. During the latter half of the trip fromSymonds Yat to Monmouth, rocks and sublimitygive place to more gentle declivities, and to mildbeauties that partake of the pastoral were sprinkled on green ledges above theriver: in some places the meadows shelveddown to the brink, allowing the cOws to standand cool themselves in the stream, and flocks ofwhite sheep lent beauty and poetry to the middle. © 21 distance. The whole valley of the river more-over opened, the hills receded, and the rivermade longer reaches. The sun was settingwhen we came in sight of the bridge and townof Monmouth, and then the Wye lay before uslike a broad path of burnished gold. We hadspent a long summers day between Ross andthe last-named town, and can most cordiallyrecommend every lover of Nature, who has it inhis power, to do the same thing at least once inhis life. Monmouth, delightsome Monmouth, isanother quiet, romantic town, which seemed tous, what the poet Gray declared it to be, thedelight of the eye and the very seat of stands near the conflux of the Monnow withthe Wye, on a gently-rising ground, that throwsout the houses like the seats of an amphitheatre,and gives a fine elevated platform for the churchwith its tall steeple. It is surrounded by smilingdeclivities and gently-swelling hills,
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