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�MISCELLANEOUS ,POEMS. The drum, the tram. pet's loud alarm, With joy,'awhile, the soul.may fill; And yet, when these have-c?as'd'to charm, One lonely lute delights us still. So, while I pour my idle lays, My soul more genuine sweetness draws From thy 1ov'd looks, and words of praise, Than from a gather'd world's applause. ON RE-VISITING A FAVORITE SCENE. OFT, in this cool, sequester'd shade, Would Fancy, once, the hours beguile; While by the eddying stream I stray'd, Or mused upon the rustic stile, And, pleas'd, survey'd the landscape' fair, But something, still, seem'd wonting 'there. ......... ?Google
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