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Charlotte Fiske Bates
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(5)
A Character
His face is truly of the Roman mould,
Delay
I do affirm that thou hast saved the race
The Clue
Oh, frame some little word for me
The Living Book
This bears the seal of immortality,
Woodbines in October
As dyed in blood the streaming vines appear,