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But when chill blustering winds or driving rain Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut That from the mountain's side Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil. -William Collins (1721-1759), Ode to Evening |
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