The Hind And The Panther A Poem In Three Parts Part I
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,
Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;
Without unspotted, innocent within,
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin
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The Child and the Hind
Come, maids and matrons, to
Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
And, smiling, deck its glossy
With forest flowers entwined
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