 O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate...  Smith College Classical Studies - Page 57by Smith College - 1925 - 192 pagesFull view - About this book
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...random bield O' clod or slane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou...now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade' By love's simplicity betray'd,... | |
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