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 At length Montlerry's lofty Tow'rs she shrouds, Fond of those venerable Old Abodes; The Summit of whose Walls stupendious Height, Steals by Degrees from the deluded Sight; While the strain'd Eye-balls pierce the Clouds in vain, And stretch their fiery Beams the vast Ascent to gain: The weary'd Pilgrim flies the tedious View, The Objects follow, and his Flight pursue. Here Crows and Vultures keep their ruin'd Court; Here Ravens and Funebrous Birds resort; The croaking Toad and Bat in om'nous Squawls Improve the Horror of these desert Walls: Here thirty Winters aged Howlet lay, And claim'd a Refuge from the hated Day; Fruitful of evil Fate the Schrieker cries, And by foretelling Mischiefs magnifies: In