. Lyrics from a library . Theocritus whom Grecian garlands crowned; The Mantuan who Augustan laurels wore;The sire of English song who broke the ground Whereon have trodden many a tuneful score; Avons immortal son whom all adore; The twain who sleep by Roman walls secure; And he who far from Highland loch and moorKeeps his last tryst where southern seas sweepwide; Aye, what gives joy more sweet, serene andsureThan some dear volume by the ingle-side! Friends, of the many pleasures that we poorMortals may taste, the while that we endure This wayfaring, till death our paths divide,Know there is n

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. Lyrics from a library . Theocritus whom Grecian garlands crowned; The Mantuan who Augustan laurels wore;The sire of English song who broke the ground Whereon have trodden many a tuneful score; Avons immortal son whom all adore; The twain who sleep by Roman walls secure; And he who far from Highland loch and moorKeeps his last tryst where southern seas sweepwide; Aye, what gives joy more sweet, serene andsureThan some dear volume by the ingle-side! Friends, of the many pleasures that we poorMortals may taste, the while that we endure This wayfaring, till death our paths divide,Know there is none more sweet, serene and sure Than some dear volume by the ingle-side!

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