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...where's the living soul, priest, minstrel, clown, Merchant, or lord, that speeds not to the town ? Hence, happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn are seen ; 16 "ALAS! WE THINK NOT WHAT WE DAILY SHE — (LKIGH HUNT A GARDEN FOR A POET. 2O9 i And the far ships,...

...where's the living soul, priest, minstrel, clown, Merchant, or lord, that speeds not to the town? Hence, happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn arc seen ; AT SEEING THE DEAR TRUTH ILL UNDERSTOOD."— HUNT. 'ALAS! WE THINK NOT WHAT WE DAILY SEE...

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...the living soul — priest, minstrel, clown, Merchant, or lord — that speeds not to the town? Hence happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads,...their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattered light, — Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and...

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