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! Let my silver voice at least be heard, Echoing that eloquence which oft hath stirred Even Philistine feeling! Let not the Trade-Gnome further still intrude Within the sweet sequestered solitude, Where Nature's coyest charms may yet be wooed To full revealing.

Can you not keep one inch of all your isle In the unsullied light of Beauty's smile, Which dirt and discord banish? Must your swart Titans thrust their iron arms Till, scared by driving reek and rude alarms, From their fouled path Pan's brood with all their charms Shall wholly vanish?