ON SEEING, IN THE COUNTRY, HIS PICTURE OF
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rtist, whose hand, with horror wing'd, hath tornFrom the rank life of towns this leaf! and flungThe prodigy of full-blown crime amongValleys and men to middle fortune born, Not innocent, indeed, yet not forlorn--Say, what shall calm us when such guests intrudeLike comets on the heavenly solitude?Shall breathless glades, cheer'd by shy Dian's horn, Cold-bubbling springs, or caves?--Not so! The soulBreasts her own griefs; and, urged too fiercely, says:"Why tremble? True, the nobleness of man
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