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In peaceful dells and woodland shades, In wild romantic scenes I stray; And wander thro' the sylvan glades, With airy footstep light and gay: Yet still my favourite lonely spot, The sweet retirement of the grot.

 

the banks of the Conway with rapture I stray'd,   While the sunbeam was bright on the flood; And charm'd by the prospect around, I survey'd   The water, the hills, and the wood.

When the curtain of evening was spread o'er the scene, And sweet was the mild summer gale; I rov'd by the side of the river serene, And gaz'd on the fisherman's sail.

'Twas thus that I mus'd, while I wander'd away, Thro' the towers of the castle sublime; Where the boughs of the ivy conceal the decay, Which is made by the ravage of time: 