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ON Mr. BROWN'S Alterations at Clermont,
restoring Hills, scooping Valleys, &c.
Ah murmur not, Art, at your Brown's innovation,You are still the fine lady, with less affectation;
And Nature, ah! pardon his hand while it dresses
So sweetly, so simply, your features and tresses;
Your soft-swelling bosom not chastly concealing,
Nor faintly disclosing, nor fully revealing;
Ah! pardon his hand, if it haply should venture
In search of coy beauty quite down to the centre.
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