"[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;