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Are brac'd with ftrength to brave it. Thefe alone 245 



She plants, and prunes, nor grieves if nicer eyes 

 Pronounce them vulgar. Thefe fhe calls her friends, 

 That veteran troop who will not for a blaft 

 Of nipping air like cowards quit the field. 



Far to the north of thy imperial tower* 250 



Augufta ; in that wild and Alpine vale 

 Through which the Swale by mountain-torrents fwelFd 

 Flings his redundant ftream, there liv'd a youth , 

 Of poliuYd manners 5 ample his domain, 

 And fair the fcite of his paternal dome. 255 



He lov'd the art I fing, a deep adept 

 In Nature's fiery, well he knew the names 

 Of all her verdant lineage, yet that fkill 

 Mifled his tafle j fcornful of every bloom 



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That fpread fpontaneous, from remoteft Ind 260 



He brought his foliage j carelefs of its cofr, 



Ev'n of its beauty carelefs ; it was rare, 



And therefore beauteous. Now his laurel fcreen, 



With 



