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![]() Things glad and beautiful. |
![]() not for the knowledge in thy mind. |
![]() Not far from where I stood, Dragging the corn by her golden hair, Into a dark and lonely wood. |
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![]() My walls within must have some books; A house that's small; a garden large, And in it leafy nooks. |
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![]() My many friends proved all untrue; But now I have no money, O! My friends are real though very few. |
![]() When every heart must sing? The power to choose the work we love Makes every man a king. |
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