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The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Were high, & murmur to the hollow wind The wand'ring streams, that shine between the hills The grots that echo to the tinkling rills; The dying gales that pant upon the trees The Lakes that quiver to the curling breeze; No more these scenes my meditation aid Or lull to rest the visionary maid. But o'er the twilighs groves, & dusty caves, Long sounding isles; & intermingl'd graves, Black melancholy sits, & round her throws A death like silence, & a dread repose; Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling flood And breathes a [[unclear]] horror on the woods. Sensibility & Judgment, are the qualities That compose, what we commonly call a [[underline]] Taste, [[/underline]] & they vary exceedingly, in people tho' Taste must ever be the same in every
