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134 Reposes gladly on as smooth a vale

As ever Spring yclad in grassy dye:

Ev'n on a plain no humble beauties lie,

Where some bold river breaks the long expanse,

And woods along the banks are waving high,

Whose shadows in the glassy waters dance,

Or with the moonbeam sleep in Midnight's solemn trance.

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The Sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit,N25

And Laos wide and fierce came roaring by;N26

The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,

When, down the steep banks winding warily,

Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,

The glittering minarets of Tepalen,

Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,

He heard the busy hum of warrior-men

Swelling the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen.