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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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INDIAN SUMMER, by GERRYE PAYNE
First Line: The sun hangs in perspicuous laurels, leaves
Last Line: A washout where trees and bushes have grown. %I imagine it so
First Line: The sun hangs in perspicuous laurels, leaves
Last Line: A washout where trees and bushes have grown. %I imagine it so
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WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON
ADDRESS TO A CHILD DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH
FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS