. In the forest of Arden. although never very far from it. I wasnever quite happy unless I caught fre-quent glimpses of its distant boughs^and I searched more and more eagerlyfor those who had left some record oftheir journeys to the Forest^ and oftheir life within its magical discovered, to my great joy, that thelibraries were full of books which hadmuch to say about the delights ofArden: its enchanting scenery; themusic of its brooks; the sweet andrefreshing repose of its recesses; thenoble company that frequent it. I soonfound that all the greater poets havebeen there, and that
. In the forest of Arden. although never very far from it. I wasnever quite happy unless I caught fre-quent glimpses of its distant boughs^and I searched more and more eagerlyfor those who had left some record oftheir journeys to the Forest^ and oftheir life within its magical discovered, to my great joy, that thelibraries were full of books which hadmuch to say about the delights ofArden: its enchanting scenery; themusic of its brooks; the sweet andrefreshing repose of its recesses; thenoble company that frequent it. I soonfound that all the greater poets havebeen there, and that their lines hadcaught the magical radiance of the sky;and many of the prose writers showedthe same familiarity with a country inwhich they evidently found whateverwas sweetest and best in life. I cameto know at last those whose knowledgeof Arden was most complete, and I put il^^rv51fci m.
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