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...in the leaves, Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled...

...in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me shade. The blackbird has fled...

...leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a viev? Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tre• :s my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackhird has...

...in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird is fled...

...in the leave*, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird is fled...

...sing in the leaves, Nor Ouse in his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat, that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled...

...in the leaves, Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elaps'd, since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled...