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Towery city and branchy
between towers;
Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmed, lark-charmed, rook-racked,
river-rounded;
The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town
did
Once encounter in, here coped and poised powers;
Thou hast a base and
brickish skirt there, sours
That neighbour-nature thy grey beauty is grounded
Best in; graceless growth, thou hast confounded
Rural rural keeping -folk, flocks, and flowers.
Yet ah! this air I
gather and I release
He lived on; these weeds and waters, these walls are
what
He haunted who of all men most sways my spirits to
peace;
Of realty the rarest-veined unraveller; a not
Rivalled insight, be rival Italy or Greece;
Who fired France for Mary without spot. |
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