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 310 so   .TS. XVI. .THE TARN.* O $O. LITA,Y Tarn, within thy breast � Dwelling of man has ne'er reflected been, Nor ever, on thy glssy front, serene, Hath, from the birth of time, been aught imprest, Save What, of Nature, .Solitude loves best, The sky--thine own wild rockrayon mountain green-- Sole objects in the g .dly-simple .scene, Which closes round ,t, in .such pealact rest. Oh, how, above all mortals, blest .were he, To whom a Dosam, ptue as. thine, were given, Thus, from the world's unholy.image free-- Thus sbelter'd from iife's storms and ever even, Reflecting Nature'ssimplest forms, l/ke thee, Its depths, l[e thin, r.eserv.e for only heaven ! �A Tarn is a small montain-lak. It was in the roeasses of 8M- dle!ck, (whoe more poetical name is Blencathra), in Cumberland that ! nmt with the striking scene, which I have attempted to convey. ......... Google

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