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This pleasant tale is like a little copse:
The honied lines so freshly interlace, / To keep the reader in so sweet a place, / So that he here and there full-hearted stops; / And oftentimes he feels the dewy drops / Come cool and suddenly against his face, / And, by the wandering melody, may trace / Which way the tender-legged linnet hops.
Oh! what a power has white simplicity!
What mighty power has this gentle story!
I, that do ever feel athirst for glory, / Could at this moment be content to lie / Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings / Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.