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THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 19. TRIBUTARY STREAM, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: My frame hath often trembled with delight
Last Line: Dewy and fresh, till showers again shall fall.


MY frame hath often trembled with delight
When hope presented some far-distant good,
That seemed from heaven descending, like the flood
Of yon pure waters, from their aery height
Hurrying, with lordly Duddon to unite;
Who, 'mid a world of images imprest
On the calm depth of his transparent breast,
Appears to cherish most that Torrent white,
The fairest, softest, liveliest of them all!
And seldom hath ear listened to a tune
More lulling than the busy hum of Noon,
Swoln by that voice -- whose murmur musical
Announces to the thirsty fields a boon
Dewy and fresh, till showers again shall fall.





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