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...lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary -headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep..." There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore...

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...their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "...foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastick roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook...