Humble Simile Even as a snail am I, that in the dark On her poor blind occasions goes with pain, For whom thus fancy speaks: What is this ark I bear so hardly? What hid ends constrain Me to this...
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680 The Wood-path The badger's earth, the birchy knoll I pass, and by the hollies wait; And only to pay beauty's toll I drop my bundle by the gate. Outside the autumn wheat is green; Green is...
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