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...tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...

...tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...

...tott'ring in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...

...cavalcades, Abbes turn shepherds ; and shepherdesses without sheep indulge their innocent divertimenti.' And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...

...tottering in decay. There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed : And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to surrey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, G 2...

...and«tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter, lingering, chills the lap of May; No...

...tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...

...tott'ring in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...

...There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed; And, wond'ring man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile. My soul, turn from them! turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where...