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LEWESDON HILL.
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Who seek their greatness in dominion heldOver their fellows, or the pomp of war;And be as thou forgotten, and their fameCancell'd like thine! But thee in after timesReclaim'd to culture, Shepherds visited,And call'd thee Orgarston; so thee they call'dOf Orgar, Saxon Earl, the wealthy sireOf fair Elfrida; She, whose happy BardHas with his gentle witchery so wroughtUpon our sense, that we can see no moreHer mad ambition, treacherous cruelty,And purple robes of state with royal bloodInhospitably stain'd; but in their placePure faith, soft manners, filial duty meek,Connubial love, and stoles of saintly white.
Fain would I view thee, Corscombe, fain would hailThe ground where [1]Hollis lies; his choice retreat,
  1. ↑ 'Mr. Hollis, in order to preserve the memory of those heroes and patriots for whom he had a veneration, as the assertors and defenders of his country, called many of the farms and fields in his estate at Corscombe by their names; and by these names they are still distinguished. In the middle of one of those fields, not far from his house, he ordered his corps to be deposited in a

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