I. THE RIVER YONNE 1. WINDING below me through his meadows green, The loveliest vine-clad banks, which deeply shone Forgetful of their beauty: and I ween, No wood-nymph ever ran with such a grace, The softest beauty blent with dignity." II. A RUINED CASTLE AT LA ROCHEPOT 2. In this, the monument of ages gone, The spirits of the dead start up to life: They speak fierce words of warfare and of strife,- But in an age when bloodier deeds were done, * Two birds, which probably had their nest in the ruin, were disturbed, and flew screaming over my head during the whole time that I remained within the walls. III. ON FIRST SIGHT OF THE ALPS FROM MACON. ARE these the Alps, that on the horizon's verge In manhood I have thought of them; and here |