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![]() I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours. |
![]() But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. |
![]() For you, the city, thus I turn my back: There is a world elsewhere. |
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![]() Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending. |
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![]() And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. |
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![]() And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. |
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