One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him... The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most ... - Page 27 by Apollo - 1800 Full view -
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