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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 canorous^ 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 Thrushl 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, Sylvia luscinia. t Cuckoo, Cuculus canorus* 



% The MockiDg-bird, Turdus polyglottus. 



