CHAP. IX.

----The sun goes down;

Far off his light is on the naked crags

Of Penmanmawr and Arvon's ancient hills;

And the last glory lingers yet awhile,

Crowning old Snowdon's venerable head,

That rose amid his mountains----

----Where Mona the dark island stretch'd

Her shore along the ocean's lighter line.

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