An Oaten Pipe (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from An Oaten Pipe HE shrilled his fife and woke my dream, I heard his music clear and thin, And then I found beside the stream The ¿ower-bell that he reveled in. The clouds were ¿oating high and white, A laggard breeze began to play, Along the bank-side poured the light From out the lavish heart of day. I knew that where the nectar pressed Up from the blossom's perfumed cell, There I should find the tipsy guest, His pining drowned in hydromel.an Oaten pipe. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.