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L O ! where the rosy-bosom'd hours,
The untaught harmony of spring :
Where-e'er the oak's thick branches stretch
a bank O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine.
Shakesp. Midf. Night's Dream.
Still is the toiling hand of Care ;
* Nare per æftatem liquidam
Virgil. Geórg. lib. 4.
- sporting with quick glance, Shew to the sun their wav'd coats dropt with gold. . '
Milton's Paradise Lost, book 7