. Poems . ^T. THE ALPS AT DAY-BREAK. The sun-beams streak the azure skies,And line with Hght the mountains brow:With hounds and horns the hunters rise,And chase the roebuck thro the snow. 193 From rock to rock, witli giant-bound,High on their iron poles they pass;Mute, lest the air, convulsed by sound,Rend from above a frozen mass. The goats wind slow their wonted craggy steeps and ridges rude;Marked by the wild wolf for his prey,From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud,And as the echoing cliffs huts peep oer the morning-cloud,Perched, like an eagl

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. Poems . ^T. THE ALPS AT DAY-BREAK. The sun-beams streak the azure skies,And line with Hght the mountains brow:With hounds and horns the hunters rise,And chase the roebuck thro the snow. 193 From rock to rock, witli giant-bound,High on their iron poles they pass;Mute, lest the air, convulsed by sound,Rend from above a frozen mass. The goats wind slow their wonted craggy steeps and ridges rude;Marked by the wild wolf for his prey,From desert cave or hanging wood. And while the torrent thunders loud,And as the echoing cliffs huts peep oer the morning-cloud,Perched, like an eagles nest, on high.

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