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(Such was the name of good Manfredi's seat)
Thus music, friendship and devotion strove
To chace all trouble from the tranquil grove:
Yet, in this scene, that bounteous nature blest,
Where peace and privacy delight to rest,
Love fails to shield his vot'ries, even here,
From vain inquietude, and anxious fear.
Tho' Theodore, in visitation kind,
Sometimes reliev'd his solitary mind,
Manfredi, shrouded in unsocial gloom,
Seems but the breathing tenant of a tomb;
And the dark clouds, that round his spirit roll,
Diffuse their shadow o'er Venusia's soul.
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