"[We shall be happy to communicate any authentic papers of Mr. Foersch to the public through the London Magazine.]"

1789.—

"No spicy nutmeg scents the vernal gales,

Nor towering plantain shades the midday vales,

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No step retreating, on the sand impress'd,

Invites the visit of a second guest;

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Fierce in dread silence on the blasted heath

Fell Upas sits, the Hydra Tree of death;