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...With unclos'd lids, already have I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to...evening, all the hot fair-day, So sweetly, that they stirr'd and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear, Most like articulate sounds of things...

...With unclos'd lids, already have I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang From morn to evening, all the hot fair-day, So sweetty, that they stirr'd and haunted me With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear, Most like articulate...

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