The second is from the Ode:
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e distant spires! ye antique towers!That crown the watery glade,Where grateful Science still adoresHer Henry’s holy shade ;And ye, that from the stately browOf Windsor’s heights th’ expanse belowOf grove, of lawn, of mead survey,Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers amongWanders the hoary Thames alongHis silver-winding way. STOKE - POGIS. 19 Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!Ah, fields belov’d in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray’d,A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow.
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