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Charles Henry Webb
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(4)
Dum Vivimus Vigilemus
Turn out more ale, turn up the light;
Gil, the Toreador
The queen sat in her balcony,
March
The earth seems a desolate mother,—
With a Nantucket Shell
I send thee a shell from the ocean beach;