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Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan,

Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow:

But now, as if a thing unblest by Man,bd Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as Thou! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To Halls deserted, portals gaping wide: Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied;be Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide!