. The White hills; their legends, landscape, and poetry. all the landscape changes,And pensive thoughts are blent with glad For then as in a dream Klysian,Val dArnos fair and loved domain Seems, to my rapt, yet waking yield familiar charms again! Save that for dome and turret hoary Amid the central valley liesA white church-spire unknown to story, And smoke-wreathes from a cottage

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