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...feeling of the hour: Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, \ Where living thing concealed might lie; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness: And silence aids—though these steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills; In summer tide, so soft they weep,...

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