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The FAIR RECLUSE.
BALLAD IX.
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Ye ancient patriarchs of the wood,That veil around these awful glooms,
Who many a century have stoode
In verdant age, that ever blooms.
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Ye Gothic tow'rs, by vapours dense,Obscur'd into severer state,
In pastoral magnificence
At once so simple and so great.
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Why all your jealous shades on me,Ye hoary elders, do ye spread?
Fair Innocence shou'd still be free,
Nought shou'd be chain'd, but what we dread.
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Say, must these tears for ever flow?Can I from patience learn content,
While solitude still nurses woe,
And leaves me leisure to lament.
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My guardian see!—who wards off peace,Whose cruelty is his employ,
Who bids the tongue of transport cease,
And stops each avenue to joy.
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Freedom of air alone is giv'n,To aggravate, not sooth my grief,
To view th'immensely-distant heav'n,
My nearest prospect of relief.
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