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...fliadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved ftroke* Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no prophaner eye may look, Hide me from...

...arched walks of twilight groves, And fltadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Fine, or monumenral Oake, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunr. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's...

...Shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumenral Oake, V'here the rude Ax with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's...

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...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And madows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental, oak, Where the rude ax .with- heavy fIroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt...

...begins to ffing His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heavy ftroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt...

...fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in clofe covert, by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from...

...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved Broke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt....

...And madows brown that Sylvan loves Of 'pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved ftroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome brook, Hide roe from day's garifh eye, While the bee...