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 MISCELLANEOU$ �POEMS. From.these 'f.r.. scenes. of ,.hi)l, md vale,.and grove, (Fair as thy pencil, Poussin, ever dre.w) Unr'.'ami d thei r ,varie.d .sweets.to .rove, My muse has cull'd full many a landscape new. And pleds'd Remembrance many a cherish'd store - Hence to her sacred fortress h.as convey'd., N'here she full'oft shall steal to count them o'er, When sorrows threaten, or when cares invade. No more at peep of day shall I arise, Pleas'd from my window on the east to gae, And there to mark, amid the orient skies, Each change of vesture that the morn displays. Sometimes the crescent Moon with yellow light Hu deck'd hq brow, while many a .twinkling star, Won from the empire of the vanquish'd night, Has studded, mildly bright, her golden car. Sometimes, in grs. dua! tints, a rainbow zone; O'er which ,no cloud its envious veil had spread, Around her waist i.ts orient hues has thrown, Where deepest orange strov,e with vi�id red.

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