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BPB.772.017
15 Jun 1772:41 (773)
THE RECLUSE. An elegy.
Tir'd with the splendid evil of public life,
Phylenor fought true happiness to find,
And far beyond the reach of noisy strife
Retir'd; and left the busy world behind.
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How flow'rs expand, and birds harmonious sing.
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Perch on his hand, or round the grot to rove,
Or fill with music sweet his rural hall.
These, he wou'd teach to imitate the sound
Of notes articulate, and human song,
Which made the grove with harmony resound,
And eve's cool hours did pleasingly prolong.
. . . [12 more lines] [signed] Eusebius.
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