SONI?BTS. 333 XXXIX. WRI'I?EN. AT STEEPHILL, After ?,i,?g Al,ptddarcos?, ia tie Isle of Wi?&t. AZT, I have seen thy loveliest works to-day, ? now before me Nature's-'s?enes.expand; Claude, Rosa, Poussln, could your magic hand Beauty so.awefully aablime displ{y, As that, which ?ow I gaze on ?--Cliff, and bay, And boundless seaMwhile here I rfq?tur'ed stand On the last boundary of my native land, And stretch in fancy to f,? realms away. The cloud, impending o'er the sh?dow'd deep, Throws a blue darkness, like rich polished steel, While, in the west, beyond th' opposing steep, Bright golden streaks the setting orb reveal. All--all is rapture! Wherefore do I weep ? Oh, tears alone can utter what I feel ! ......... ?Google
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