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...o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring itreams that ihine between the hills^ The grots that echo to the tinkling...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze > 16oi No more thefe fcenes my meditation aid, Or lull to reft the vifionary maid. But o'er the twilight...

...o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring ftreams that fhine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling...the vifionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dufky caves, Long-founding ifles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy fits, and round her throws...

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...o'er yon' Rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow Wind, The wand'ring Streams that fhine between the Hills, The Grots that echo to the tinkling...Trees, The Lakes that quiver to the curling Breeze } No more thefe Scenes my Meditation aid, Or lull to Reft the vifionary Maid. But o'er the twilight...

...o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, 156 The wand'ring ftreams that ihine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling...the vifionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and Huíky caves, Long-founding ifles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy fits, and round her throws...

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...wand'ring Streams that mine between the Hills, The Grots that echo to the tinkling Rills, The dying £Jales that pant upon the Trees, The Lakes that quiver to the curling Breeze; No more thefe Scenes my Meditation aid, Or lull to Reft the vifionary Maid. But o'er the twilight Groves,...