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...in the leaves, Nor Oufe on his bofom their image receives. Twelve years have clips' d fince I laft took a view Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew; And now in the grafs behold they are laid, And the tree is my feat that once lent me a fliade. The blackbird...

...in the leaves, Nor Oufe oi> his bofom their image receives. Twelve years have elapfed, fince I laft took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grafs behold they are laid And the tree is my feat, that once lent me a fhade. The blackbird...

...longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird...

...farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonade ; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in...

...farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade ; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image...Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a view Of myfavourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the...

...farewell to the shad?, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade ; The -winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image...receives. Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a viev? Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid,...

...farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colounade ; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image...favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird...

...farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade; The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image...favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird...

...longer, and sing in their leaves. Nor the Ouse, on its surface, their image receives. Twelve years had elaps'd since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the place where they grew; When, behold, on their sides, in the grass they were The blackbird has sought...