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...disappointed social ambition recalls his verses in " Musketaquid," though his troubles were not these: — All my hurts My garden spade can heal. A woodland...wild-rose, or rock-loving columbine, Salve my worst wounds. Page Ij3, note 2. The ascension to a high plane, which characterizes the end of the essays, here appears...

...disappointed social ambition recalls his verses in " Musketaquid," though his troubles were not these: — All my hurts My garden spade can heal. A woodland...wild-rose, or rock-loving columbine, Salve my worst wounds. Page IJ3, note 2. The ascension to a high plane, which characterizes the end of the essays, here appears...

...disappointed social ambition recalls hi» verses in " Musket aqu id," though his troubles were not these: — All my hurts My garden spade can heal. A woodland...wild-rose, or rock-loving columbine, Salve my worst wounds. Page 1fj, note 2. The ascension to a high plane, which characterizes the end of the essays, here appears...

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...impolite ; the great Would mortify me, but in vain ; for still I am a willow of the wilderness, Loving the wind that bent me. All my hurts My garden spade can...: ' Dost love our manners ? Canst thou silent lie t Canst thou, thy pride forgot, like nature pass Into the winter night's extinguished mood ? Canst...

...impolite ; the great Would mortify me, but in vain ; for still I am a willow of the wilderness, Loving the wind that bent me. All my hurts My garden spade can...wounds. For thus the wood-gods murmured in my ear : Canst thou, thy pride forgot, like nature pass Into the winter night's extinguished mood ? Canst...

...impolite; the great Would mortify me, but in vain ; for still I am a willow of the wilderness, Loving the wind that bent me. All my hurts My garden spade can...wounds. For thus the wood-gods murmured in my ear: Canst thou, thy pride forgot, like nature pass Into the winter night's extinguished mood? Canst thou...

...impolite ; the great Would mortify me, but in vain ; for still I am a willow of the wilderness, Loving the wind that bent me. All my hurts My garden spade can...wounds. For thus the wood-gods murmured in my ear : Canst thon, thy pride forgot, like nature pass Into the winter night's extinguished mood ? Canst...