"Cassel" [poem]
The way was long & yet twas sweet
Ruskin's line number
25

Thro many a shady soft retreat
Where the broad willow semblance gave
of Weeping Beauty in the Wave
And Elm with massy foliage pressed
System generated line number
5

And feathery aspens quivering Crest
30

And many a spiry poplar glade
And Hazels rich Entangled shade
While onward as advancing still
From Omers plain 1 to Cassells hill 2
System generated line number
10

Far yet more far the Landscape threw
Its deep immeasurable Blue
Oh beautiful those plains were showing
Where Summers Sun was hotly glowing
Many a Battle field lay spread
System generated line number
15

Once the dark Dwelling of the Dead
But fruitful now their Champaignswave
With bending Grain on soldiers Grave
While far beneath in long array
The priestly orders wound their way 3
System generated line number
20

Heavy the massive banners rolled
Ruskin's line number
45

Rich wrought with gems and stiff with gold
While as the cross came borne on high
Beneath its crimson canopy
Many the haughty head that bowed
System generated line number
25

Sunk his high crest the warrior proud
Ruskin's line number
50

T The priest his glance benignant cast
And murmured blessings as he past
While round the hillside echoing free
Rung the loud hymning melody.
System generated line number
30

Many a monkish voice was there
Ruskin's line number
55

Many a trumpet rent the Aar air
And softer, sweeter, yet the same
The sounds in failing cadence came.
No marvel, that the pomp and pride
System generated line number
35

Of Romes religion thus should hide
Ruskin's line number
60

The serpent folds beneath that roll
The poison mantling in the bowl 4