| Where the green leaves exclude the summer beam |
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| 278. Valedictory - |
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| Ye vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours |
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| Loose to the wind her golden tresses streamed |
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| How oft have I, my dear and cruel foe |
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| Then heavenly branches did I see arise |
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| Within this wood, out of a rocke did rise |
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| I saw a phoenix in the wood alone |
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| At last, so faire a ladie did I spie |
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| When I behold this tickle trustles state |
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