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Robert Browning

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Jove strikes the Titans down
Not when they set about their mountain-piling
But when another rock would crown the work.
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Part 4.

 
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In old times, the settlers used to be astounded by the inroads of the northern Indians, coming down upon them from this mountain rampart, through some defile known only to themselves. It is indeed a wondrous path. A demon, it might be fancied, or one of the Titans, was travelling up the valley, elbowing the heights carelessly aside as he passed, till at length a great mountain took its stand directly across his intended road. He tarries not for such an obstacle, but rending it asunder, a thousand feet from peak to base, discloses its treasures of hidden minerals, its sunless waters, all the secrets of the mountain's inmost heart, with a mighty fracture of rugged precipices on each side. This is the Notch of the White Hills. Shame on me, that I have attempted to describe it by so mean an image — feeling, as I do, that it is one of those symbolic scenes, which lead the mind to the sentiment, though not to the conception, of Omnipotence.

 
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He'd given up enlisting help for there was no one else
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Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock,
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The rock-cheeks have red fire-stains.
But the place was maiden, no previous
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She remembered home as a place where there were always too many children, a cross man and work piling up around a sick woman.

 
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