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I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom ;
cast, And the new-blossom'd thorn shall whiten her
With garlands of beauty the Queen of the May No more will her crook or her temples adorn; For who'd wear a garland when she is away, When she is remov'd, and shall never return?
On the grave of Augusta these garlands be plac'd,
CHORUS - ALTRO MODO.
*On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'd,
4 • Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
Collins's Dirge in Cymbeline.
SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,
| Printed in Goldsmith’s Essays (the xxvi.) in 1765.
a Without politeness, aim'd at breeding,
And laugh'd at pedantry and reading.