For talking age and whispering lovers made!
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ow often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, {010} And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree; [Illustration: 0021] While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; {011} And still, as each repeated pleasure tired,
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