He fears no bailiff's wrath, no baron's blame,
His is untax'd and undisputed game;
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Nor less the place of curious plant he knows[54];
He both his Flora and his Fauna shows;
For him is blooming in its rich array
The glorious flower which bore the palm away;
In vain a rival tried his utmost art,
His was the prize, and joy o'erflow'd his heart.
"This, this is beauty! cast, I pray, your eyes