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...with a fliowct ftill, When the guft hath blown his fill, Ending on the tufsling Leaves, With minure drops from off the Eaves. And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddefs bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fltadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Fine, or...

...Or uiher'd with a (hower ftill, V hen the guft hath blown his fill, Ending on the rufsling Leaves, With minute drops from off the Eaves, And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddefs bring. To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Stl-u&n loves Of Pine, or...

...Shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumenral Oake, V'here the rude Ax with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's gari(h eie, While the...

...And fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heavy ftroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in clofe covert by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garifh eye, While the...

...madows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental, oak, Where the rude ax .with- heavy fIroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in clofe covert by fome brook, Where no profanereye may look, Hide me from day's garifh eye, While the...

...fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in clofe covert, by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garim eye, While the...

...And madows brown that Sylvan loves Of 'pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved ftroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome brook, Hide roe from day's garifh eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at...

...of twilight groves, SELECT POEMS. Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved ftroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garilh eye, While the...

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