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Much in his mind he bore each lovely seat
That fair O XONIA 's neighbouring plains display,
How would his raptur'd heart with transports beat
Through shady D ITCHLEY 's spreading groves to stray,
Or as on N UNEHAM 's breezy heights he lay
Throw the bending stream of I SIS flow
Through meadows rich in all the pride of May ,
Or pace the polish'd scenes of princely S TOWE ,
Or fill his fated eye on B LENHEIM 's towery brow.
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