Doth wash your city of Cologne;

But tell me, nymphs! what power divine

Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

Cologne.

Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows;

Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.

The Homeric Hexameter. (Translated from Schiller.)

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In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column,

In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.