MY mule refreshed, his bells
Jingled once more, the signal to depart,
And we set out in the gray light of dawn,
Descending rapidly,—by waterfalls
Fast frozen, and among huge blocks of ice
That in their long career had stopt midway;
At...

From “The Lady of the Lake,” Canto II.
  LOUD a hundred clansmen raise
  Their voices in their chieftain’s praise.
  Each boatman, bending to his oar,
  With measured sweep the burthen bore,
  In such wild cadence, as the breeze
  Makes through...