Their fellow-huntsmen o’er the wide champaign
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NDYMION. 73 Of all the chances in their earthly walk ;Comparing, joyfully, their plenteous storesOf happiness, to when upon the moors,Benighted, close they huddled from the cold,And shared their famished scrips. Thus all out-toldTheir fond imaginations,—saving himWhose eyelids curtained up their jewels dim,Endymion: yet hourly had he striven To hide the cankering venom, that had rivenHis fainting recollections. Now indeed
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