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...hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing, with hasty steps, the dew away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. There...noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove...

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...contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate ; Haply some hoary-headed swain shall say, " Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawn,...upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beach, That wreathes its old fantastic roots on high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch,...