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Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;

Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,

Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,

Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:

But, peering down each precipice, the goatfc Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scattered flock, The little shepherd in his white capote 24.B. Doth lean his boyish form along the rock, Or in his cave awaits the Tempest's short-lived shock.fd