To trace out to its marshy source every runlet that has cast in its tiny pitcherful with the rest.

The mellow Harp did not their Ears employ: / And mute was all the Warlike Symphony: / Diſcourſe, the Food of Souls, was their Delight, / And pleaſing Chat, prolong'd the Summers-night.

But we can note how wonderfully Pirip has woven the eoan light to recreate the images of life's grey, last sickly days […]

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