"On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread."

Source : Tobias Smollett (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Tobias Smollett (Illustrated)”, p.2159, Delphi Classics

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