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...the glimmering eyelids of the morn, We drove a field ; and both together heard, What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the even star bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloped his burnished wheel. »«»»**»»...

...the glimmering eyelids of the morn, We drove a field ; and both together heard, What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the even star bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloped his burnished wheel. ******** But,...

...the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-ficld: and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night. Oft still the star that rose at evening bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloped hU westering wheel....

...the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a-field ; and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft still the star that rose at evening bright Towards Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel....

...labours, and the partner of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by there lines? "We drove a field, and both together heard What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flock* with the fresh dews of night." We know that they...

...of his discoveries. But what image of tenderness can be excited by the lines, — "We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey fly winds...Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night." In the very concentrated essence of matter-of-factism — if we may coin such a word — Johnson profoundly...

...of his discoveries. But what image of tenderness can be excited by the lines, — "We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey fly winds...Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night." In the very concentrated essence of matter-of-factism — if we may coin such a word — Johnson profoundly...

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