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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ANSTER FAIR. CANTO III. JL Wish I had a cottage snug and neat Upon the top of many-fountain'd Ide, That I might thence in holy fervour greet The bright-gown'd Morning tripping up her side; And when the low Sun's glory-buskin'd feet Walk on the blue wave of th' JEgean tide, O, I would kneel me down, and worship there The God who garnish'd out a world so bright and fair! II. . The saflron-elbow'd Morning up the slope Of heav'n canaries in her jewell'd shoes, And throws o'er Kelly-law's sheep-nibbled top Her golden apron dripping kindly dews; And never, since she first began to hop Up Heav'n's blue causeway, of her beams profuse, Shone there a dawn so glorious and so gay, As shines the merry dawn of Anster Market-day. III. Round through the vast circumference of sky One speck of small cloud cannot eye behold, Save in the East some fleeces bright of die, That stripe the hem of heav'n with woolly gold, Whereon are happy angels wont to lie Lolling, in amaranthine flow'rs enroll'd, That they may spy the precious light of God, Flung from the blessed East o'er the fair Earth abroad-.IV. The fair Earth laughs through all her boundless range, Heaving her green hills high to greet the beam; City and village, steeple, cot, and grange, Gilt as with Nature's purest leaf-gold seem; The heaths and upland muirs, and fallows, change Their barren brown into a ruddy gleam, And, on ten thousand dew-bent leaves and sprays, Twinkle ten thousand suns, and fling then: petty rays. V. Up from their nests and fields of tender com Full merrily the little sky-larks spring, And on their dew-bedabbled pinions borne, Mount to the heav'n's blue key-stone flickering: They turn their plume-soft bosoms to the morn, And hail the...