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Show lJO ' <p 0 E M S. La Solitude de St. Amant. i. D j Que f dime la Solitude, Queues lieux facred a la nuiSt, Lloigne-^du monde & de'bruit," flaifeni a mon ihquietude V Mon Dieu ! que mesxyeux font contens, De voir ces Boh, qui fe trowverent A la nativite du Temps, Et que tons les Siecles reverent, Efire encore aufp beaux & vers, Ou aux premiers jours de V Vnivers. 2. Vn gay Zephire les careffe, D9 un movement doux & fiatteur, Rien que leur extreme hauteur, Ne fait remarquer leur vieiUeffe. Jadi Pan, & fes demi-dieux T vindrent chercher du refuge, Quand Jupiter ouvrit les Cieux Pour nous envoyer le deluge, Et fe fauva^s fur leurs Rameaux, A peine virent Us les* Eaux. Que fur cette Efpine^pektlUyf. A Dont le printemps eft amoureux, Philomele au chant langoureux, Entretient bien ma refverie. Que je prens plaifir a voir Ces Monts pendans en precipices, T o E M s. lyt En<?lifhed. • i. O f Solitude m y fweeteft choice, Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noife, H o w you m y reftlefs thoughts delight! O Heavens! what content is mine, T o fee thofe Trees which have appear'd From the Nativity of Time, And which all Ages have rever'd, To look to day as frefh and green, As when their beauties firft were feen I 2. A chearful W i n d does court them (6, And with fuch amorous breath enfold, That we by nothing elfe can know, But by their heighth that they are old. Hither the Demi-gods did flie T o feek a Sanctuary, when Difpleafed Jove once pierc'd the Skie, T o pour a Deluge upon Men, And on thefe Boughs themfelves did fave* Whence they could hardly fee a Wave. Sad Philomel upon this Thorn, So curioufly by Flora dreft, In melting Notes, her cafe forlorn^ T o entertain me, hath confefs'd. O ! how agreeable a fight Thefe hanging Mountains do appear, Z 2 Which |