MISCELLANEOU$ �POEMS. ?From.?these 'f.?r.. scenes. of ,.hi)l, ?md vale,.and grove, (Fair as thy pencil, Poussin, ever dre.w) ?Un?r'?.'ami d thei r ,varie.d .sweets.to .rove, My muse has cull'd full many a landscape new. And pleds'd Remembrance many a cherish'd store - Hence to her sacred fortress h.as convey'd., ?N'here she full'oft shall steal to count them o'er, When sorrows threaten, or when cares invade. No more at peep of day shall I arise, Pleas'd from my window on the east to ga?e, And there to mark, amid the orient skies, Each change of vesture that the morn displays. Sometimes the crescent Moon with yellow light Hu deck'd hq? brow, while many a .twinkling star, Won from the empire of the vanquish'd night, Has studded, mildly bright, her golden car. Sometimes, in grs. dua! tints, a rainbow zone; O'er which ,no cloud its envious veil had spread, Around her waist i.ts orient hues has thrown, Where deepest orange strov,e with vi�id red.
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