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... all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While fpring fhall pour his show'rs , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing treffes , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport , Beneath thy ling'ring light 40 ODE TO EVENING .
... all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While fpring fhall pour his show'rs , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing treffes , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport , Beneath thy ling'ring light 40 ODE TO EVENING .
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... rends thy robes ; So long , fure - found beneath thy fylvan fhed , Shall Fancy , Friendship , Science , rose - lip'd Health , Thy gentleft influence own , And hymn thy fav'rite name ! G I S I S. A N E L L E ODE TO EVENING . 41.
... rends thy robes ; So long , fure - found beneath thy fylvan fhed , Shall Fancy , Friendship , Science , rose - lip'd Health , Thy gentleft influence own , And hymn thy fav'rite name ! G I S I S. A N E L L E ODE TO EVENING . 41.
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... Beneath it's Attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause , To RADCLIFFE due , and ISIS ' honour'd cause ? What free - born crouds adorn'd the festive day , Nor blufh'd to wear my tributary bay ...
... Beneath it's Attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause , To RADCLIFFE due , and ISIS ' honour'd cause ? What free - born crouds adorn'd the festive day , Nor blufh'd to wear my tributary bay ...
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... beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave , And all my reeds their fofteft whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the ...
... beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave , And all my reeds their fofteft whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the ...
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... beneath her clofe fequefter'd cells , Some low - born worm , a lurking mischief dwells ; Eats his blind way , and faps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile . In vain the forreft lent it's ftatelieft pride , Rear'd her ...
... beneath her clofe fequefter'd cells , Some low - born worm , a lurking mischief dwells ; Eats his blind way , and faps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile . In vain the forreft lent it's ftatelieft pride , Rear'd her ...
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