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Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say,

« Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

• Brushing with hafty steps the dews away

• To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

• That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,

• His listless length at noontide would he stretch,

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• Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,

• Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,

« Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.


One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,

Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree;

Another came ; nor yet beside the rill,

« Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

• The next with dirges due in sad array

Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born,

• Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay,

· Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.

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Τ Η Ε Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.

Large was his bounty, and his soul fincere,

Heav'n did a recompence as largely send :

He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,

He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he will’d) a friend,

No farther seek his merits to disclose,

Or draru bis frailties from their dread abode,

(* There they alike in trembling hope repose,

The bofom of his Father and his God.

paventosa speme.

Petrarcb. Son. 114.


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