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PARADISE LOST

Sweet Aubern, loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheared the labouring swain, Where smiling spring it`s earliest visit paid, And parting summer`s lingering blooms delayed, Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o`er thy green, Where humble happiness […]

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