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Excerpt from Odes
All all is thine. For thee the ear, and eye Rove thro' the realms of Grace, and Harmony The Senfes thee fpontaneous ferve, That wake, and thrill thro' every nerve. Elfe vainly foft, lov'd Philomel! Would ¿ow The foothing, fadnefs of thy warbled woe Elfe vainly fweet yon Woodbine fhadé With clouds 'of fragrance fill the glade; Vainly, the cygnet fpread her downy plumer The vine gu¿i nectar, and the virgin bloom. But fwift to thee, alive, and warm, Devolves each tributary charm See modefi Nature bring her. Fimple flores, Luxuriant Art exhaufi her plafiic powers; While every ¿ower in F ancy's clime, Each gem of old heroic Time, Gull'd by the hand of the indufirious Mule, Around thy ihrine their blended beams difiufe.
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