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The Wind blew wide the casement, and within— / It was the loveliest picture!—a sweet child …
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Now are the winds about us in their glee, / Tossing the slender tree; …
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This the true sign of ruin to a race— / It undertakes no march, and day by day …
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Lithe and long as the serpent train, / Springing and clinging from tree to tree, …
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Not in the sky, / Where it was seen …
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When that my mood is sad, and in the noise / And bustle of the crowd I feel rebuke, …
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We follow where the Swamp Fox guides, / His friends and merry men are we; …