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No Windsor-Forest or the Banks of Thame
Inspire my Muse, or lift her Voice to Fame;
On Hills remote, the northern Shepherd sings,
Not less Variety, nor fewer Springs;
As many Suns diversify our Year,
Nor want we Shade or Summer Zephyr here.
Inspire my Muse, or lift her Voice to Fame;
On Hills remote, the northern Shepherd sings,
Not less Variety, nor fewer Springs;
As many Suns diversify our Year,
Nor want we Shade or Summer Zephyr here.
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Thou, whom kind Nature has with Genius blest;
Distinguish'd both for Judgment and for Taste!
Not prone to blame, nor falsely to commend,
At once a gen'rous Critic, and a Friend;
Accept the lowly Numbers I rehearse,
To thee, the Muse presents this early Verse.
Distinguish'd both for Judgment and for Taste!
Not prone to blame, nor falsely to commend,
At once a gen'rous Critic, and a Friend;
Accept the lowly Numbers I rehearse,
To thee, the Muse presents this early Verse.
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