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...sleep Under the flowery oleanders pale), Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there! — Ah, vainl These English fields, this upland dim, These brambles...train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine, Thou hearest the immortal...

...earth-forgetting eyelids keep The morningless and unawakening sleep Under the flowery oleanders pale), Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there! — Ah, vain! These...train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine, Thou hearest the immortal...

...sleep Under the flowery oleanders pale), Hear it, O Thyrsis, still our tree is there !— Ah, vainl These English fields, this upland dim, These brambles...train divine (And purer or more subtle soul than thee, I trow, the mighty Mother doth not see) Within a folding of the Apennine, J Thou hearest the immortal...

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