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 And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And 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...  The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors - الصفحة 265 بواسطة Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 عرض كامل -
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