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    t S passing truck midnigole tap at tty cting in ating air,  as a modest  t it ime to retire. My dream of absolute dominion  an end; so abdicating my t potentate, to avoid being deposed, and putting tratford Guide-Book under my arm as a pillo to bed, and dreamt all nighe jubilee, and David Garrick.

    t morning imes   ter  its last gasp; and a mild air came stealing from t, breato Nature, and o burst forto fragrance and beauty.

    I o Stratford on a poetical pilgrimage. My ?rst visit o to tradition,  up to  of  is a small mean-looking edi?ce of er, a true nestling-place of genius, s squalid cions in every language by pilgrims of all nations, ranks, and conditions, from to t, and present a simple but striking instance of taneous and universal o   t poet of Nature.

    ty red face, ligi?cial locks of ?axen y cap. Sing ted shrines, abounds.

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