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may Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,begin! The love of Gallus be our theme,and the shrewd pangs he suffered, while, hard by,the flat-nosed she-goats browse the tender brush.We sing not to deaf ears; no word of oursbut the woods echo it. What groves or lawns