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"Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome, at an inn." |
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William Shenstone (1714-1763), British poet. Written at an Inn at Henley (l. 21-24). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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"To thee, fair Freedom! I retire
From flattery, cards, and dice, and din:
Nor art thou found in mansions higher
Than the low cot, or humble inn.
'Tis here with boundless pow'r I reign;
And ev'ry health which I begin
Converts dull port to bright champagne;
Such Freedom crowns it, at an inn." |
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William Shenstone (1714-1763), British poet. Written at an Inn at Henley (l. 1-8). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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