Thy Genius, Colebrookedale faithless to his charge,
Amid thy woods and vales, thy rocks and streams
Formed for the train that haunt poetic dreams,
Naiads, and nymphs, now hears the toiling barge

And the swart Cyclops' ever-clanging forge
Din in thy dells; — permits the dark-red gleams
From umber'd fires on all thy hills, the beams,
Solar and pure, to shroud with columns large

Of black sulphurous smoke, that spread their silk
Like funeral crape upon the sylvan robe
Of thy romantic rocks, pollute thy gales,
And stain thy glassy floods; — while o'er the globe
To spread thy stores metallic, this loud yell
Drowns the wild woodland song, and breaks the poet's spell.

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Seward, Anna. Original Sonnets on Various Subjects and Odes Paraphrased from Horace. London: G. Sael, 1799. Project Gutenberg EBook #27663 produced by Michael Roe and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team, 2008.

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