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he horrid crags, by toppling convent crowned,[az]The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,The mountain-moss by scorching skies imbrowned,The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,The tender azure[46] of the unruffled deep,The orange tints that gild the greenest bough,The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,[ba]The vine on high, the willow branch below,Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
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