Maxioms by Thomas Warton
Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
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Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And, to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.
Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
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Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.