Smooth-gloss’d and soften’d in the mirror’s breast.
So by her glass the wishful virgin strays,
And oft retiring steals the lingering gaze.
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Wild forest-trees the mountain sides array’d:
With curling foliage and romantic shade;
Here spreads the poplar, to Alcides dear;
And dear to Phœbus, ever verdant here,
The laurel joins the bowers for ever green,
The myrtle bowers belov’d of beauty’s queen.