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 SONIBTS. 333 XXXIX. WRI'IEN. AT STEEPHILL, After ,i,g Al,ptddarcos, ia tie Isle of Wi&t. AZT, I have seen thy loveliest works to-day,  now before me Nature's-'senes.expand; Claude, Rosa, Poussln, could your magic hand Beauty so.awefully aablime displ{y, As that, which ow I gaze on ?--Cliff, and bay, And boundless seaMwhile here I rfqtur'ed stand On the last boundary of my native land, And stretch in fancy to f, realms away. The cloud, impending o'er the shdow'd deep, Throws a blue darkness, like rich polished steel, While, in the west, beyond th' opposing steep, Bright golden streaks the setting orb reveal. All--all is rapture! Wherefore do I weep ? Oh, tears alone can utter what I feel ! ......... Google

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