310 so ? ? ?.TS. XVI. .THE TARN.* O $O. LITA?,Y Tarn, within thy breast � Dwelling of man has ne'er reflected been, Nor ever, on thy gl?ssy front, serene, Hath, from the birth of time, been aught imprest, Save What, of Nature, .Solitude loves best, The sky--thine own wild rockrayon mountain green-- Sole objects in the g .?dly-simple .scene, Which closes round ,t?, in .such pealact rest. Oh, how, above all mortals, blest .were he, To whom a Dosam, ptue as. thine, were given, Thus, from the world's unholy.image free-- Thus sbelter'd from iife's storms? and ever even, Reflecting Nature's?simplest forms, l/ke thee, Its depths, l[?e thin?, r.eserv.e? for only heaven ! �A Tarn is a small mo?ntain-lak?. It was in the roeasses of 8M- dle!?ck, (whoe more poetical name is Blencathra), in Cumberland? that ! nmt with the striking scene, which I have attempted to convey. ......... ?Google
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