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	<title>Comments on: Reflections on a Mountain Lake</title>
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		<title>By: Brodie</title>
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		<description>&quot;These beauteous forms,&lt;br/&gt;Through a long absence, have not been to me&lt;br/&gt;As is a landscape to a blind man&#039;s eye:&lt;br/&gt;But oft, in lonely rooms, and &#039;mid the din&lt;br/&gt;Of towns and cities, I have owed to them&lt;br/&gt;In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,&lt;br/&gt;Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;&lt;br/&gt;And passing even into my purer mind,&lt;br/&gt;With tranquil restoration:--feelings too                      &lt;br/&gt;Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,&lt;br/&gt;As have no slight or trivial influence&lt;br/&gt;On that best portion of a good man&#039;s life.&quot;</description>
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