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and anon he wound The murmuring strings , and order'd every sound ; Then earnest to his instrument he bends , And both hands pliant on the strings extends ; His touch the strings obey , and various move , The lower answering still to ...
and anon he wound The murmuring strings , and order'd every sound ; Then earnest to his instrument he bends , And both hands pliant on the strings extends ; His touch the strings obey , and various move , The lower answering still to ...
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Hark ! the bells ring ; along the distant grounds The driving gales convey the swelling sounds ; Th ' attentive swain , forgetful of his work , With gaping wonder , leans upon his fork . What sudden news alarms the waking morn ?
Hark ! the bells ring ; along the distant grounds The driving gales convey the swelling sounds ; Th ' attentive swain , forgetful of his work , With gaping wonder , leans upon his fork . What sudden news alarms the waking morn ?
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... and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound , Sweeter thy voice , but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro ' the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms . And murmuring of innumerable bees .
... and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound , Sweeter thy voice , but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro ' the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms . And murmuring of innumerable bees .
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THE ELIZABETHAN PASTORAL II | 11 |
Egloga Tertia | 23 |
Four poems from the Arcadia | 37 |
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