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The Castle of Indolence.
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From all the Roads of Earth that pass there by:
For, as they chaunc'd to breathe on neighbouring Hill,
The Freshness of this Valley smote their Eye,
And drew them ever and anon more nigh,
Till clustering round th'Enchanter false they hung,
Ymolten with his Syren Melody;
While o'er th'enfeebling Lute his Hand he flung,
And to the trembling Chords these tempting Verses sung:
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“See all but Man with unearn'd Pleasure gay.
“See her bright Robes the Butterfly unfold,
“Broke from her wintry Tomb in Prime of May.
“What youthful Bride can equal her Array?
“Who can with her for easy Pleasure vie?
“From Mead to Mead with gentle Wing to stray,
“From Flower to Flower on balmy Gales to fly,
“Is all she has to do beneath the radiant Sky.
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