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 xxxvI. ON READINO 8OUTHg, Y'8 RODERICK. FstIBWD of the lonely walk, snd midnight bower, Now, while the elves their star-light vJlils keep, And all beside lies hush'd in slumber deep, 'Southey, thy mngie lay's resistless power Detains me here, re(iless of the hour, Indulging visions, lovelier ev'n than sleep Brings in her train: the quiet tears, I weep, Are grateful as the dews, that bathe the flower, Thirsting for rain, wlch sultry day sies, As to thy Roderick's agonizing woes, With kindred feeling, my full soul replies. Ah, who, like thee, seet Bard of nature, knows To call forth all the Heart's best sympathies, And cheat it's own deep sorrows to repose! ......... G9ogle

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