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Page 76
... Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves , ind shadows brown that
Sylvan loves , Of pine or monumental oak , Where the rude axe with heaved
stroke , Was never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed
haunt ...
... Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves , ind shadows brown that
Sylvan loves , Of pine or monumental oak , Where the rude axe with heaved
stroke , Was never heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed
haunt ...
Page 197
O happy peasant ! O unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward ;
He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from
home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of hers .
O happy peasant ! O unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward ;
He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from
home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of hers .
Page 274
I swore to bury his Mighty Book , That never mortal might therein look ; And never
to tell where it was hid , Save at his chief of Branksome's need ; Ant when that
need was passed and o'er , Again the volume to restore . I buried him on St.
I swore to bury his Mighty Book , That never mortal might therein look ; And never
to tell where it was hid , Save at his chief of Branksome's need ; Ant when that
need was passed and o'er , Again the volume to restore . I buried him on St.
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