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Thus thou, Ravine of Arve--dark, deep Ravine-- Thou many-colour'd, many-voiced vale, Over whose pines, and crags, and caverns sail Fast cloud-shadows and sunbeams: awful scene, Where Power in likeness of the Arve comes down From the ice-gulfs that gird his secret throne, -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mont Blanc, 1817 |