Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Xxvi: Where Antique Woods Comments

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Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest,
And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour;
Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r,
And waste life's fervid noon in fancied rest.
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Mary Darby Robinson
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