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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS; Where the fall'n leaves their yellow carpet spread, Or the low holly shews its lively green, And elves and sprites, by fairy minstrels led, To Fancy's eye, oft trip the sylvan scene. The blustefing winds, which could not reach me there,. Check'd, and imprison'd in the gloomy glades, Made wild and solenm music to mine ear, As of the Genii of the lonely shades. Here could I bouhd my hopes, forgeE my fears, And, calmly, glide on 1ife's most tranquil sream, Unmindful of the quiet lapse of years, Books all my world and Nature all my themes. But Virtue dwells not, though of peaceful mind With dreaming indolence, or slothful ease She spreads her sail, exulting, to the wind, And braves. the conflict of tempestuous seas.. Then fare thee well, my haven of repose A long, perchance, a last farewell to thee ! "The world is all before me, where to choose;' But thou, alss rt. Edeo, .still, to me , 1816. ......... Google

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