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[Mine be a little moss-grown cot]
Libet jacere modo sub antiquâ ilice
Modo in tenaci gramine,
Labuntur altis interim ripis aquæ;
Meruntur in silvis aves,
Fontes que limphis obstrepunt manantibus
Somnos quod invitel leves.
Hor.
Modo in tenaci gramine,
Labuntur altis interim ripis aquæ;
Meruntur in silvis aves,
Fontes que limphis obstrepunt manantibus
Somnos quod invitel leves.
Hor.
Mine be a little moss-grown cot
With clust'ring roses round the door;
And sweetest flowers to scent the spot,
With honey-suckles twining o'er.
With clust'ring roses round the door;
And sweetest flowers to scent the spot,
With honey-suckles twining o'er.
And let there be some purling stream
Meand'ring with the breezy wind,
While I may woo some gentle dream,
Along its grassy bank reclin'd,
Meand'ring with the breezy wind,
While I may woo some gentle dream,
Along its grassy bank reclin'd,
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An arbour too with tendrils crown'd
Which mantling foliage shall empale;
Where jolly friends may circle round
And freely quaff the golden ale.
Which mantling foliage shall empale;
Where jolly friends may circle round
And freely quaff the golden ale.
No garnish'd pomp must brighten there,
To spoil those charms so sweet and free:
Let rural nature's self appear
In all her own simplicity.
To spoil those charms so sweet and free:
Let rural nature's self appear
In all her own simplicity.
To all this add a few choice books
To sweeten and to govern life;
The soul of all—soft beauty's looks
From a fair blooming modest wife.
To sweeten and to govern life;
The soul of all—soft beauty's looks
From a fair blooming modest wife.
Nov. 13th, 1825.
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