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The gracious image of this Mountain sleptUnruffled in the dark of that dull Meer;
Where rarely even a lazy ripple crept
To bid the bulrush shake his languid spear
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The calm contour, with every outline clear,
And all the colours of the portraiture,
Tho' painted on a filthy surface, pure.
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