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The horrid crags, by toppling convent crowned,[az]

The cork-trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep,

The mountain-moss by scorching skies imbrowned,

The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep,

The tender azure[46] of the unruffled deep,

The orange tints that gild the greenest bough,

The torrents that from cliff to valley leap,[ba]

The vine on high, the willow branch below,

Mixed in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.