Il Penseroso. Line 49.
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
Il Penseroso. Line 61.
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I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wandering moon
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray