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While now dash over rocks, now in eddies soft glide, 



The crystalline waters those windings beside. 



What though there no Luscinian Sylvia* s* sweet throat, 



Nor of Cuculid Scansor canorousf the note, 



Yet the Warblers abound, and, in many a lay. 



Their amorous passion are pleas'd to display; 



But their plumage will charm you as much as their 



airs ", 

 Delight's gayest daughter — such plumage is theirs. 

 Embossom*d this Dell in that Isle of the west, 

 Which Nature herself hath abundantly bless'd. 

 The whole a wild garden, where plants, shrubs, and 



trees, 

 Grow in richest luxuriance ; the evening breeze, 

 Delighted to fan you, bears odours along. 

 While the Polyglot ThrushX fills the woods with his 



song. 

 Heat a monarch is there; the rich, tropical fruit 

 In its splendour stands forth, varied tastes to salute. 



Of the Beauties of Flora which rise in their pride, 

 'Midst the rocks fertile crannies — the streamlets be- 

 side, — 

 Or in soil rich and deeper adown thrust their root. 

 While their corols of splendour on lofty stalks shoot. 

 Description, how vivid soe'er, becomes faint, 

 When attempting such tropical glories to paint. 



* Nightingale, S^/via /u^cinzu. t Cnckoo, CucuZtw canoru*. 



X The MockiDg-bird, Turdtis polyglottus. 



