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THE TALKING OAK.
xxiv.
And overlook the chace;
And from thy topmost branch discern
The roofs of Sumner-place.
xxv.
That oft hast heard my vows,
Declare when last Olivia came
To sport beneath thy boughs.
xxvi.
Was holden at the town;
Her father left his good arm-chair,
And rode his hunter down.
xxvii.
I look'd at him with joy:
As cowslip unto oxlip is,
So seems she to the boy.