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4 And ample harbours, which inviting tretch Their hopitable arms to every ail: Thy numerous treams, that burting from the cliffs Down the teep channel'd rock impetuous pour With grateful murmur: on the fearful edge Of the rude precipice, thy hamlets brown And traw-roof'd cots, which from the level vale Scarce een, amongt the craggy hanging cliffs Seem like an eagle's net aerial built. Thy welling mountains, brown with olemn hade Of various trees, that wave their giant arms O'er the rough ons of freedom; lofty pines, And hardy fir, and ilex ever green, And preading chenut, with each humbler plant, And hrub of fragrant leaf, that cloathes their ides With living verdure; whence the clut'ring bee Extracts her golden dews: the hining box, And weet-leav'd myrtle, aromatic thyme, The