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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. TO THE SETTING SUN.* 137 Him have we seen, the greenwood side along, As o'er the heath we hind our labour done, Off, as the woodlark piped lds fluewell song, With wistful eye pursue the setting sun. FiREWELL, farewell ! to others give The light, thou tak'st from me. Farewell, farewell ! bid others live To joy, or misery. To distant climes my fancy flies, Where now thy kindling beams On other woods and wilds arise, And shine on other streams, �The stanza, which I have prefixed to this poem, sugg,l the train of ideas which it attempts to convey. Perhap% many may think that I. have eapunded the subject too much. For myseif I feel that I have not expmseed half of thato which is concentrated in the single llne," With m/sful eyes pursue the setting sun." It contains so much true poetry, so much tenderness, and so much beauty, that I cannot say rite feel- ings it excites in me. How cou/d Gray omit this stanza in the corrected copy of his elegy ?

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