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verse to brune
were the attempt for humbler verse
ound Thomson's voured brons the laurelld wreath;
ho claims the high - wrought unlogies which breathe uch thoughts, such words as his; but, be it.
court the Muse in more secluded bowers,
As erst were
those Valcluso's grover among) and sing of her, who loves thy tuneful song, And culls thee fairest of the clafore flowers. By taste, by virtue led, one quito the crowd.
ifcituate, who love the varnisticky tale giult, and horror; and in the lonely vale
houghtful retiver, where nature's beauties charm,
fere straine like thine her wakini
wakening wptures warm.
ains such such as dark oblivion's veel shall