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...wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards; Already with thee ! tender is the night, But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, JVor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

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