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I crave not Phœbus leave his sacred cell,
To bind my brows with fresh Aonian bays;
Be such their meed, who, tuning sweetest lays,
By Tempe sit, or Aganippe's well.
Drummond.
To bind my brows with fresh Aonian bays;
Be such their meed, who, tuning sweetest lays,
By Tempe sit, or Aganippe's well.
Drummond.
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