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“For some were penn'd by park and glade
And pleasance, 'neath the spreading shade
Of English oaks, and where the chimes
From village steeples, borne afar,
Would rise and mingle with the rhymes;
Some where the crescent and the star
On blood-red banner wave on high
Contrasted with a bluer sky. . . .”
And pleasance, 'neath the spreading shade
Of English oaks, and where the chimes
From village steeples, borne afar,
Would rise and mingle with the rhymes;
Some where the crescent and the star
On blood-red banner wave on high
Contrasted with a bluer sky. . . .”
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