Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
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ar different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent-bats in drowsy clusters cling; {040} Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, Where the dark scorpion gathers death around;
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