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HEATH. 
HEATH. 
SOLITUDE. 
THE meadows are covered with flowers, the 
plains with waving corn, and the hills with dark- 
some woods. Happy swains !—ye can dance in 
the meadows; ye can crown your brows with 
the golden wreaths of Ceres ; ye can rest your- 
selves in the shade of the woods—for to the 
happy, life is one scene of joy. 
As for me, with Melancholy for my guide, 
I will stroll to those sequestered spots where 
the humble Heath, which delights in solitude, 
maintains its ground against advancing culti- 
vation. There, seated beneath the drooping 
Broom, I will indulge my gloomy thoughts: 
whilst creatures, unfortunate, harassed, and 
afflicted, like myself, will collect around me from 
all sides. The partridge, chased by our dogs, 
after losing her whole family ; the doe, pursued 
by the hounds; the skulking hare, the timid 
rabbit, at first alarmed at sight of me, will by 


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