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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, The gipsy, while her infant train With hmdes bluet their lips distain, Uptears the dry heath's purple spire, Or digs the peat, to feed the fire, Round which her troop, at midnight deep, Their mystic orgies wildly keep. Where the plantation's 'tender green Scarce rear'd above the earth is seen, By the rough hedge, whose sandy side Is scoop'd in many a cavern wide-- Where lurk the' rabbits, that athwart The narrow pathway frequent start-- My course romantic I pursue, And linger still still turn to view The last dim, distant hills, that peep Above the intervening steep; Now seen no more. Sweet spot, farewell ! Long on thy charms will Memory dwell. Alas, to trace them, they demand Than mine how far more skill'd a hand ! 125 The hurtle.berry, or more correctly, the whortle-berry. so common  of the wild heathi in England. ......... Google

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