CADWGAN WYNN; OR THE LOST INHERITANCE REGAINED.
Reading edition
Fled are the fairy views of hill and dale; Sublimely throned on the steep mountain brow. Stern nature frowns: her desolating rage Driving the whirlwind, or swoln flood, or blast Of fiery air imprisoned, from their base Has wildly hurled the uplifted rocks around The gloomy pass, where Aberglaslyn’s arch Yawns o’er the torrent. The disjointed crags O’er the steep precipice in fragments vast Impending, to the astonished mind recall The fabled horrors by demoniac force Of Lapland wizards wrought; who, borne upon The whirlwind’s wing, what time the vexèd sea Dashed ’gainst Norwegia’s cliffs, to solid mass Turned the swoln billows, and the o’erhanging waves Fixed e’er they fell.