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AYLMER’S FIELD.
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And the broad woodland parcell'd into farms;And where the two contrived their daughter's good, Lies the hawk's cast, the mole has made his run, The hedgehog underneath the plantain bores,The rabbit fondles his own harmless face,The slow-worm creeps, and the thin weasel thereFollows the mouse, and all is open field.
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