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Ere I had time to wonder, lo! there enter
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I pass into my ancestral halls, and meet
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Blow, swift south wind, from those green hills of Surrey
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For the two cavaliers their rapiers crossed
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A Little Lecture
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Don't Let Him Catch You
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River of Dart
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A July Fern-Leaf
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My Aunt's Spectre
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Old Fogy on Christmas, An
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