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THE RURAL CONCERT.
Now play me something sweet, for the Nymphs'
sake, Upon the double futes. Come, I will take My bow, and touch out something to begin; And Daphnis here with pleasure will throw in His wax-cemented breaths.- We'll seat us there Behind the cave, close by the oak's old hair, And through the leaves wake Pan with a sweet air.
BION AND MOSCHUS.
THE TEACHER TAUGHT.
I DREAMT I saw by me great Venus stand,