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...rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flarirg beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight...Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt....

...were doomed to bend. bend. All the consolation he could receive was, that their venerable shades, " Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never...nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunti;" had hitherto been spared for the future interest of his son; and that the same motive now...

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...which entertains him is perfectly free from artificial decoration. Our poet's pensive man retreats To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are any allusions to the eopiary art in Arcades, they were intended as a compliment to his...