XLIX.

'And even where Nature loads the teeming plain

'With the full pomp of vegetable store,

'Her bounty, unimproved, is deadly bane:

'Dark woods and rankling wilds, from shore to shore,

'Stretch their enormous gloom; which, to explore,

'Even Fancy trembles, in her sprightliest mood;

'For there, each eyeball gleams with lust of gore,

'Nestles each murderous and each monstrous brood,

'Plague lurks in every shade, and streams from every flood.

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