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а Here too , ' tis sung , of old Diana stray'd , And Cynthus ' top forsook for Windsor shade ! Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove , Seek the clear spring , or haunt the pathless grove ; Here arm'd with silver bows , in early ...
а Here too , ' tis sung , of old Diana stray'd , And Cynthus ' top forsook for Windsor shade ! Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove , Seek the clear spring , or haunt the pathless grove ; Here arm'd with silver bows , in early ...
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1 And ye , that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th ' expanse below Of grove , of lawn , of mead survey , Whose turf , whose shade , whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver - winding way : Ah happy hills ...
1 And ye , that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th ' expanse below Of grove , of lawn , of mead survey , Whose turf , whose shade , whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver - winding way : Ah happy hills ...
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... the busy mill , The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill , The hawthorn bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ; How often have I blessed the coming day , When toil remitting lent ...
... the busy mill , The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill , The hawthorn bush , with seats beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ; How often have I blessed the coming day , When toil remitting lent ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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