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...the rugged brow of night ; While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak : 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like...

...the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak ; 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like...

...Qyjitbia, checks her dragon yoke, .Gently o'er the accustomed oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress,...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; 70 35. Cyprus lawn, a Teil of a thin, transparent texture. 36. Decent : Not exposed, covered. 54....

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,...smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Eiding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. 60 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, 70 And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground,...

...While Cynthia1 checks her dragon yoke, 59 Gently o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; 70 And oft, as if her head she bow'd. Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground,...

...saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise...the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Et viens-moi, Silence, en rêvant, A moins que ne m'accorde un chant, Dans sa plus touchante misère,...

...bird, that shnnn'st the noise Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods of folly, among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee,...noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft...

...Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering...led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; 70 And oft, as if her head sh§ bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground,...