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VI.There human voices, ever soft and clear, Framed murmuring speech or rose in wafts of song;And tremulous laughters, light and sweet to hear, Echo's fine bugles faintly did prolong: Gentle and free the race, and brave and strong;As blithe and kindly as the showers of Spring. Its graceful youth the blossomed ways did throng,With smiles and blushes bright as Love may bring:In beauty bloomed they all, and none went sorrowing.
VII.See-green of Eld, while thus the cymbals clash, The lips unskilled assay the stately theme—How all thy greatness did the world abash; Thy rule, adoring kings account supreme; How, for thy hurt, dared priest nor monarch scheme,Till thine own deed the grievous ruin dealt— Oh, may the rugged strain some sweetness seem
