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1838] For thy own private reading. Somewhat

Within these latter days I've read,

But surely there was much that would have thrilled the Soul,

Which human eye saw not.

I would give much to read that first bright page,

Wet from a virgin press, when Eurus, Boreas,

And the host of airy quill-drivers

First dipped their pens in mist.

June 14.

June 16.

July 8.

The loudest sound that burdens here the breeze

Is the wood's whisper; 't is, when we choose to list,

Audible sound, and when we list not,