Frank were those times of trustful Chevisaunce.

Chevisaunce.—Spenser.

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Roved the same pastures when the Mead-month smiled.

The Mead-month, June.

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And the strong seid compell'd revealing ghosts.

Magic.

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Till the Last Twilight darken round the Gods.