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Rh  Gentle bard, were I to tell Half thy tricks—thou knowest well, Soon the dainty bard might be Swinging from the gallows tree!

a place of ecstasy I was to-day, Under the mantles of the splendid green hazels, Where I listened, at the dawn of day, To the song of the thrush, an adept in music, From a distant country, without delay or weariness. On a long journey my mottled love-messenger had come, He had travelled here from the narrow county of Chester At the request of my golden sister, (i. e. Morvyth); A noble bell (to those who love bells) was rung,