Eclogue
1    I|   hence~With ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot~Where I
2    1| content with me to dwell.~Some lowly cot in the rough fields
3   IV|        all men love~Coppice or lowly tamarisk: sing we woods,~
4    V|       to pale olive yields,~As lowly Celtic nard to rose-buds
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