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ON LEAVING OXFORD.
From the bosom of comfort and love,
From Buriton's coppice-crown'd dell,
In a dream of past joys to thee, Oxford, I rove,
To bid thee and thy pleasures farewell.
From Buriton's coppice-crown'd dell,
In a dream of past joys to thee, Oxford, I rove,
To bid thee and thy pleasures farewell.
Farewell to the elm-skirted mead,
To the hill, where health breathes in the gale;
To the oar-sparkling stream; and the willow's green head,
That waves o'er the white-swelling sail:—
To the hill, where health breathes in the gale;
To the oar-sparkling stream; and the willow's green head,
That waves o'er the white-swelling sail:—
And farewell to the high-vaulted roof;
And the pane, that with portraiture glows;
And the peals of the organ, which swelling aloof
To the clear-chaunting choristry blows:—
And the pane, that with portraiture glows;
And the peals of the organ, which swelling aloof
To the clear-chaunting choristry blows:—
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And farewell to the gay social scene,
Which wont my light bosom to cheer;
But chiefly, O chiefly farewell to the men,
Who thy joys to my bosom endear.
Which wont my light bosom to cheer;
But chiefly, O chiefly farewell to the men,
Who thy joys to my bosom endear.
For this heart they will never condemn
The pang of lost friendship to prove;
Nor forget him, who now muses fondly on them
In the bosom of comfort and love.
The pang of lost friendship to prove;
Nor forget him, who now muses fondly on them
In the bosom of comfort and love.
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