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 306 SONNETS XII, SURRY. - Ds, native county, what unnumher'd ties Have bound me to thee !--Not alone, that thou Art England'n Eden, nor that, musing slow, I love to' wander where thy sand-rocks rise Above thy bowery lanes, and catch the sighs Of the pure gales which o'er thy.wi heaths blow, And climb, at morn or eve, some 'hili's steep brow, To watch the btilt'ni  or the fiut/ng skies; But dear domestic bonds, which. still more fst Time, round my heart, draws, ever as he flies, Fond Memory, with her pitures.qf:the past, And winning tales of Childhood's.simplejoys, And Hope, whb whispers--that with thee, at last, Some friendly hand shall close my Peaceful. eyes. ......... Google

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