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For when thy folding-star arising shows
Quote byWilliam Collins · 1721–1759
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Ode to Evening (1747), line 21..
English (original)
For when thy folding-star arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
— William Collins
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