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new doth the sun appear, / The mountains' snows decay, …
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the beauty and the life / Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon …
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my thoughts hold mortal strife; / I do detest my life, …
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phoebus, arise! / And paint the sable skies …
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The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King, / Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, …
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that zephyr every year / So soon was heard to sigh in forests here, …
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Sweet Spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train, / Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs: …
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Alexis, here she stay'd; among these pines, / Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; …