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Nature and art in all their charms combin'd,
Till Vanbrook fram'd and Marlbro' rais'd the dome.
Nor longer that relentless doom bemoan,
Accept, great monarch of the British lays,
While the charm'd reader with thy thought complies,
WHAT place is here!
Where'er I turn my eyes,
And soft Elysiums rise:
With wild variety surprise.
"As o'er the hollow vaults we walk,
From hill to hill the voice is tost,
Not a single word is lost."
There gentle Rosamond immured
* Alluding to the famous Echo in Woodstock Park.
Curse on the name! I faint, I die,
There does the pensive beauty mourn,
Death and confusion! I'm too slow- [Aside. Show me the happy mansion, show
No more! the happy mansion show
"Behold on yonder rising ground
The bower that wanders
Glades on glades,
Shades in shades,
Running an eternal round."
In such an endless maze I rove,
My breast with hoarded vengeance burns,
With hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring soul by turns.
The path yon verdant field divides,