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 Across his fancy comes; and then resounds A louder song of sorrow thro' the grove.

the dewy border let me sit All in the freshness of the humid air; There in that hollowed rock, grotesque and wild, An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over head By flowering umbrage shaded; where thee bee Strays diligent, and with th' exstractedextracted [sic] balm Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh.

, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring flight, And view the wonders of the torrid Zone: Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compar'd, Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool.

, how at once the bright-effulgent sun, Rising direct, swift chases from the sky The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze Looks gayly fierce thro' all the dazzling air: He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, Issuing from out the portals of the morn, The general Breeze, to mitigate his fire, And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd And barbarous wealth, that see, each circling year, Returning suns and double seasons pass: Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That