[111] Dent de Jaman.
[112] It is interesting to observe the use to which he afterwards converted these hasty memorandums in his sublime drama of Manfred.
"It is not noon—the sunbow's rays still arch
The torrent with the many hues of heaven,
And roll the sheeted silver's waving column
O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,
And fling its lines of foaming light along,
And to and fro, like the pale coursers tail,
The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death
As told in the Apocalypse."
"Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down
In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me!
I hear ye momently above, beneath,
Crash with a frequent conflict. * * *
The mists boil up around the glaciers; clouds
Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury,
Like foam from the roused ocean of deep hell!"
MANFRED.
"O'er the savage sea,
The glassy ocean of the mountain ice,
We skim its rugged breakers, which put on
The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,
Frozen in a moment."
MANFRED.
"Like these blasted pines,
Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless."
IBID.
[116] Childe Harold, Canto iii.