[Greek: Ady ti to psthyrisma], etc.

Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring
The high pines wave with breezy murmuring!
So sweet thy song, whose music might succeed
To the wild melodies of Pan's own reed.

(C) William Lisle Bowles
06/28/2019


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• The Battle Of The Nile
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• To The River Tweed
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• The Tweed Visited
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• The Missionary - Canto Second
• On The Funeral Of Charles The First
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