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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...

...which entertains him is perfectly free from artificial decoration. Our poet's pensive man retreats To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved strok* Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are...

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...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Ofpine, or monumental oak, 13 £ Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaned eye may look, 140 Hide me from...

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

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...inhered with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the russling leaves, ^ ith Touched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak,...