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... looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that
will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By
British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be
restored .
... looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that
will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By
British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be
restored .
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To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady
scene , Where things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne
'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock
...
To sit on rocks , to muse o'er flood and fell , To slowly trace the forest's shady
scene , Where things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot hath ne
'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock
...
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Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home , Who mourns o'er hours which we
no more shall seeWould they had never been , or were to come ! Would he had
ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam ! XCVI . Oh ! ever loving , lovely , and ...
Nor staid to welcome here thy wanderer home , Who mourns o'er hours which we
no more shall seeWould they had never been , or were to come ! Would he had
ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam ! XCVI . Oh ! ever loving , lovely , and ...
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