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NYJ-N.767.192
19 Nov 1767:41 (1298)
SOLITUDE: AN ODE.
Ye lofty mountains, whose eternal snows,
Like Atlas, seem to prop the distant skies;
While shelter'd by your high and ample brows,
All nature's beauty feasts my ravish'd eyes;
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Here, gayly dancing on the flow'ry gound,
The cheerful shepherds join their flute and voice;
While thro' the groves the woodland songs resound,
And fill th' untroubled mind with peaceful joys;
Music and love inspire the vocal plain,
Alone the turtle tunes her plaintive strain.
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