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LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW-TREE...

        LINES LEFt UPON A SEAt IN A YE-tREE ANDS E,

        ON A DESOLAtE PARt OF t ANDING ABEAUtIFUL PROSPECt.

        --Nay, traveller! rest. tree stands

        Far from all    if here

        No sparkling rivulet spread t herb;

        if t loves;

        Yet, if t, the curling waves,

        t break against thy mind

        By one soft impulse saved from vacy.

        --ho he was

        t piled tones, and he mossy sod

        First covered oer, and taugree,

        Noo bend its arms in cirg shade,

        I well remember.--he was one who ownd

        No on soul. In youth, by genius nursd,

        And big y viehe world

        ent fort, against taint

        Of dissolute tongues, gainst jealousy, and e,

        And s, against all enemies prepared,

        All but : and so,    damped

        At once, urned away,

        And ained his soul

        In solitude.--Strahese gloomy boughs

        o sit,

        ants a straggling sheep,

        tone-c, or the glang sand-piper;

        And on th juniper,

        Ahinly sprinkled oer,

        Fixing his downward eye, he many an hour

        A morbid pleasure nourisrag here

        An emblem of ful life:

        And lifting up hen would gaze

        On tant se; is

        t, and ill it became

        Far lovelier, and    could not sustain

        ty still more beauteous. Nor, t time,

        ould    to whose minds,

        arm from the labours of benevolence,

        the world, and man himself, appeared a se

        Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh

        ito t ot

        never feel: and so, lost man!

        On visionary views would fancy feed,

        till reamed ears. In this deep vale

        .

        If t the holy forms

        Of young imagination    pure,

        Stranger!    pride,

        s oy,

        Is littleness; t empt

        For any living ties

        t h him

        Is in its infancy. the man, whose eye

        Is ever on h look on one,

        t of natures works, one w move

        to t s which wisdom holds

        Unlahou!

        Instructed t true knoo love,

        true dignity abides h him alone

        ,

        still suspect, and still revere himself,

        In lowliness of .
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