On Seeing The Ladies Crux-Easton Walk In The Woods By The Grotto.

A poem by Alexander Pope

Authors the world and their dull brains have traced
To fix the ground where Paradise was placed;
Mind not their learned whims and idle talk;
Here, here's the place where these bright angels walk.

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