Irene: a poem, in six cantos: miscellaneous poems

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LXXV.

	But though the city lay so near their nest,
	Nought of its neighbourhood the lovers knew,
	For thus the Sylph decreed and thought 'twere best:
	Down to the sea through path-ways not a few
	Conducted, they were engineer'd so true
	To his intent, that to all human ken,
	It seem'd a desert where the wild-flowers grew
	Untrodden and uncropp'd on hill and glen,
	Far from the noisy haunts and dwelling-place of men.

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Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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Title: Irene, a Poem, in Six Cantos
By:  Northampton, Margaret Clephane Compton, d. 1830, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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