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Enchanting site! Hence every rural sweet, And every natural charm to meet. Hence to the eye the landscape opens wide! The dancing sprits roll a quicker tide. Around new objects promp th' excursive lay: The gentle winding stream, the meadows gay; The smiling village sunk in leafy shades, That just unfolds its low through the glades; The splendid seat, the tower, the shining spire, And hills that catch the sun's departing fire
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