. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. lpturing and the Titanic brawn of the hills. Turning from NorthConway to the Androscoggin Valley is somewhat like turning from avolume of Tennyson to the pages of Carlyle; from the melodies ofDon Giovanni to the surges of the Ninth Symphony; from the art ofRaffaello to that of Michel Angelo. But nothing can be more grace-ful and seductive than the flow of these lines of Mount Moriah seerthrough such a veil. They do not suggest any violent internal should seem that they rose to melody, as when Amphion played his 260 THE WHITE HI
. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. lpturing and the Titanic brawn of the hills. Turning from NorthConway to the Androscoggin Valley is somewhat like turning from avolume of Tennyson to the pages of Carlyle; from the melodies ofDon Giovanni to the surges of the Ninth Symphony; from the art ofRaffaello to that of Michel Angelo. But nothing can be more grace-ful and seductive than the flow of these lines of Mount Moriah seerthrough such a veil. They do not suggest any violent internal should seem that they rose to melody, as when Amphion played his 260 THE WHITE HILLS. lyre, and saw the stones move by rhythmic masonry to the placewhere they were wanted. And the beauty is the more eifective bycontrast with the sternness and vigor of the Hnes of Adams and Mad-ison, that can be seen from the same point near the Androscoggin,where we suppose ourselves to look at Mount Moriah. They areEbal, representing the terrors of the law; this is Gerizim, the hill ofblessing. Or shall we not rather contrast Mount Adams and Moimt. Moriah by the aid of a charming sonnet of Percival, which one mightthink had been written at evening, in full view of these rivals in thelandscape, where the Androscoggin bends around Mount Hayes. Behold yon hills. The one is fresh and fair; The other rudely great. New-springing greenMantles the one; and on its top the star Of love, in all its tenderest light, is seen THE ANDROSCOGGIN VALLEY. 261 Island of joys! how sweet tby gentle rays Issue from heavens blue depths in evenings primeBut round you bolder height no softness plays, Nor flower nor bud adorns its front , but in majesty, it mounts in air. And on its summit Jove in glory burns; Mid all the stars that pour their radiant with that lordly planet may see, they move; and, tinged with loves own hue,Beauty and Power embrace in heavens serenest blue. The charming picture of the marriage of these planets reminds usthat Ave must not pass Avith
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