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Was not Rome lutea as well as marmorea? and is not beautiful Paris anciently Lutetia, with its tile-sheds for Tuileries, and a Bourbe-bonne for its Sovereign?
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Septuagint of Worthies, to each one of whom I have appropriated a page or two of explanatory prose besides his fourteen lines of poetry. Take my sonnet on
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Sylva
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Wotton, fair Wotton, thine ancestral hall, Thy green fresh meadows, coursed by ductile streams, That ripple joyous in the noonday beams, Leaping adown the frequent waterfall, Thy princely forest, and calm slumbering lake Are hallowed spots and classic precincts all; For in thy terraced walks and beechen grove The gentle, generous Evelyn wont to rove, Peace-lover, who of nature's garden spake From cedars to the hyssop on the wall! O righteous spirit, fall'n on evil times, Thy loyal zeal and learned piety Blest all around thee, wept thy country's crimes, And taught the world how Christians live and die.
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Three Hundred Sonnets