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 Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbriar or the vine Or the twisted eglantine. While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack or the...  The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review - Sivu 82 muokkaaja - 1810 Koko teos -
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