THE TRAVELLER.
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Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies_ 5 _Bless’d that abode, where want and pain repair_ 6 _Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend_ 7 _Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale_ 8 _The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone_ 9 _Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave_ 10 _While oft some temple’s mouldering tops between_ 12 _In florid beauty groves and fields appear_ 13 _A mistress or a saint in every grove_ 14 _Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread_ 16 _With patient angle trolls the finny deep_ 17 _How often have I led thy sportive choir_ 18 _The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail_ 21 _There gentle music melts on every spray_ 24 _Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around_ 27
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