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...sentiment and make love in the most genteel fashion and the best French, pacing with airy footfall the arched walks of twilight groves And shadows brown...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. They are not village folks. They are well off, and without encumbrance, and of noble...

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...down on Julian; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTER LVI. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The morning came, bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest; the...

...down on Julian ; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTEE LVI. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The morning came, bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest ; the...