John Nicholson Poems

Hail! thou sequester'd rural seat,
Which ever beauteous dost appear,
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What various temples, since old Time began,
Have on this little globe been rear'd bv man !
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What gigs, what carts, what marvelling hearts
Are pressing the mountain brown
To see a bog the valley clog
And in deluge tumble down
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Thy beauties, Bingley! never have been sung
By stranger-bard, or native poet's tongue;
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