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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto the Third

  • 879Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between
  • 888Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way,
  • 975And sense, and sight of sweetness; here the Rhone
  • 976Hath spread himself a couch, the Alps have reared a throne.