The Three Following Sonnets Are Written In The Character Of Werter; The Sentiments And Images Chiefly, But Not Intirely Taken From One Of His Letters. Up This Bleak Hill, In Wintry Night'S Dread Hour, With Mind Congenial To The Scene, I Come! To See My Valley In The Lunar Gloom, To See It Whelm'D. - Amid The Cloudy Lour Gleams The Cold Moon; - And Shows The Ruthless Power Of Yon Swoln Floods, That White With Turbid Foam Roll O'Er The Fields; - And, Billowy As They Roam, Against The Bushes Beat! - A Vale No More, A Troubled Sea, Toss'D By The Furious Wind! - Alas! The Wild And Angry Waves Efface Pathway, And Hedge, And Bank, And Stile! - I Find But One Wide Waste Of Waters! - In Controul Thus Dire, To Tides Of Misery And Disgrace Love Opes The Flood-Gates Of My Struggling Soul.