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    The Cataract of Lodore

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    The poem describes the rushing water of the Cataract of Lodore in the Lake District of England. It uses alliteration and onomatopoeia to vividly portray the water crashing through the rocks with a great roar, tumbling and churning endlessly down the steep descent through the fells in a furious war raging among the caverns and rocks. The water is depicted as striking, raging, plunging, rising, leaping, sinking, sweeping and more in its rapid descent down the falls known as Lodore.

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    The poem describes the rushing water of the Cataract of Lodore in the Lake District of England. It uses alliteration and onomatopoeia to vividly portray the water crashing through the rocks with a great roar, tumbling and churning endlessly down the steep descent through the fells in a furious war raging among the caverns and rocks. The water is depicted as striking, raging, plunging, rising, leaping, sinking, sweeping and more in its rapid descent down the falls known as Lodore.

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    The poem describes the rushing water of the Cataract of Lodore in the Lake District of England. It uses alliteration and onomatopoeia to vividly portray the water crashing through the rocks with a great roar, tumbling and churning endlessly down the steep descent through the fells in a furious war raging among the caverns and rocks. The water is depicted as striking, raging, plunging, rising, leaping, sinking, sweeping and more in its rapid descent down the falls known as Lodore.

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    The Cataract of Lodore

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    Angelita G. Rabot
    The poem describes the rushing water of the Cataract of Lodore in the Lake District of England. It uses alliteration and onomatopoeia to vividly portray the water crashing through the rocks with a great roar, tumbling and churning endlessly down the steep descent through the fells in a furious war raging among the caverns and rocks. The water is depicted as striking, raging, plunging, rising, leaping, sinking, sweeping and more in its rapid descent down the falls known as Lodore.

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    The Cataract of Lodore Spouting and frisking,

    Turning and twisting,


    Around and around
    BY ROBERT SOUTHEY
    With endless rebound:
    Smiting and fighting,
    "How does the water A sight to delight in;
    Come down at Lodore?" Confounding, astounding,
    My little boy asked me Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
    Thus, once on a time;
    And moreover he tasked me Collecting, projecting,
    To tell him in rhyme. Receding and speeding,
    Anon, at the word, And shocking and rocking,
    There first came one daughter, And darting and parting,
    And then came another, And threading and spreading,
    To second and third And whizzing and hissing,
    The request of their brother, And dripping and skipping,
    And to hear how the water And hitting and splitting,
    Comes down at Lodore, And shining and twining,
    With its rush and its roar, And rattling and battling,
    As many a time And shaking and quaking,
    They had seen it before. And pouring and roaring,
    So I told them in rhyme, And waving and raving,
    For of rhymes I had store; And tossing and crossing,
    And 'twas in my vocation And flowing and going,
    For their recreation And running and stunning,
    That so I should sing; And foaming and roaming,
    Because I was Laureate And dinning and spinning,
    To them and the King. And dropping and hopping,
    And working and jerking,
    From its sources which well And guggling and struggling,
    In the tarn on the fell; And heaving and cleaving,
    From its fountains And moaning and groaning;
    In the mountains,
    Its rills and its gills; And glittering and frittering,
    Through moss and through brake, And gathering and feathering,
    It runs and it creeps And whitening and brightening,
    For a while, till it sleeps And quivering and shivering,
    In its own little lake. And hurrying and skurrying,
    And thence at departing, And thundering and floundering;
    Awakening and starting,
    It runs through the reeds, Dividing and gliding and sliding,
    And away it proceeds, And falling and brawling and sprawling,
    Through meadow and glade, And driving and riving and striving,
    In sun and in shade, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,
    And through the wood-shelter, And sounding and bounding and rounding,
    Among crags in its flurry, And bubbling and troubling and doubling,
    Helter-skelter, And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,
    Hurry-skurry. And clattering and battering and shattering;
    Here it comes sparkling,
    And there it lies darkling; Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
    Now smoking and frothing Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
    Its tumult and wrath in, Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,
    Till, in this rapid race Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
    On which it is bent, And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,
    It reaches the place And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,
    Of its steep descent. And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,
    And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,
    The cataract strong And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,
    Then plunges along, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;
    Striking and raging And so never ending, but always descending,
    Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending
    As if a war raging All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, -
    Its caverns and rocks among; And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
    Rising and leaping,
    Sinking and creeping,
    Swelling and sweeping,
    Showering and springing,
    Flying and flinging,
    Writhing and ringing,
    Eddying and whisking,

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