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What bird is that, with voice so sweet, / Sings to the sun from yonder tree? …
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We were twin brothers, tall and hale, / Glad wanderers over hill and dale. …
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Old soldiers true, ah, them all men can trust, / Who fought, with conscience clear, on either side; …
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Leap to the highest height of spring, / And trill thy sweetest note, …
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The whelp that nipped its mother’s dug in turning from her breast, / And smacked its lusty lips and built its own lair in the West, …
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Where hints of racy sap and gum / Out of the old dark forest come; …
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Those were good times, in olden days, / Of which the poet has his dreams, …