MEMORIALS OF A TOUR ON THE CONTINENT
WAS it to disenchant, and to undo,
That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine?
To sweep from many an old romantic strain
That faith which no devotion may renew!
Why does this puny Church present to view
Her feeble columns? and that scanty chair!
This sword that one of our weak times might wear!
Objects of false pretence, or meanly true!
If from a traveller's fortune I might claim
A palpable memorial of that day,
Then would I seek the Pyrenean Breach
That ROLAND clove with huge two-handed sway,
And to the enormous labour left his name,
Where unremitting frosts the rocky crescent bleach.
14 'Where unremitting frosts the rocky crescent bleach.'
"Let a wall of rocks be imagined from three to six hundred feet
in height, and rising between France and Spain, so as physically
to separate the two kingdoms--let us fancy this wall curved like a
crescent, with its convexity towards France. Lastly, let us
suppose, that in the very middle of the wall, a breach of 300 feet
wide has been beaten down by the famous 'Roland', and we may have
a good idea of what the mountaineers call the 'BRECHE DE