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To the wall of the old green garden / A butterfly quivering came; …
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“not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us,” cry / The sad, great souls, as they go out hence into dark,— …
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White england shouldering from the sea, / Green England in thy rainy veil, …
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He loved her, having felt his love begin / With that first look,—as lover oft avers. …
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So, the powder ’s low, and the larder ’s clean, / And surrender drapes, with its blacks impending, …
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“now since mine even is come at last,— / For I have been the sport of steel, …
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The puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church; / A Thrush, white-breasted, o’er them sat singing on his perch. …
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The garden within was shaded, / And guarded about from sight; …