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n nere tã attempt for humbler purse ound Thomson's soured arons the laurellt weath, he claim the high wrought eulogies which breithe ach thoughts, such words as hiss but be it. court the Muse m more veclused bozori, trert were there Umelurow End sing of her, who loves thy tuneful song. And cells thee fairest of the clasine flowers. Žy tous te, ar visture led, ohre quite the crowd
those Valluvous grover among
fatuate, who love the varnishi tale quilt and horror; and in the lonely rele houghtful retirer, where nature's beauties charm, meie itaw like Tiruine her workering www wormi? ain!
such aw dark oblivions veil shall hronol.