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Was nought around but iroves, and quiet lawns between,

And flowery beds that slumbrous influence kept,

Froreen,

Where never yet was creeping creature seen

Meanti streamlets play'd,

And hurled every where their water's sheen,

That, as they bicker'd through the sunny glade,

Though restless still the , opened her casement, she was surprised

to observe the beauties, that surrounded it The cottage was nearly

embowered in the woods, which were chiefly of chesnut intermixed

with so

branches, appeared, to the north, and to the east, the woody Apennines,

rising in majestic amphitheatre, not black with pines, as she had been

accustomed to see them, but their loftiest summits croith antient

forests of chesnut, oak, and oriental plane, now animated with the rich

tints of autumn, and which swept doard to the valley uninterruptedly,

except where soe, and caught the passing glea the

feet of the ant villas of the Tuscan nobility

frequently adorned the scene, and overlooked slopes clothed with