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And his face the index be, | 48,323 |
Of his mother's chastity.'--Martin. | 48,323 |
'Neque Alexandrina beluata conchyliata tapetia.' | 48,323 |
'Whate'er of loveliest decks the plain, whate'er | 48,323 |
The giant mountains of Thessalia bear, | 48,323 |
Whate'er beneath the west's warm breezes blow, | 48,323 |
Where crystal streams by flowery margents flow, | 48,323 |
These in festoons or coronals inwrought | 48,323 |
Of undistinguishable blooms he brought, | 48,323 |
Whose blending odours crept from room to room, | 48,323 |
Till all the house was gladdened with perfume.'--Martin. | 48,323 |
'As some clear stream, from mossy stone that leaps, | 48,323 |
Far up among the hills, and, wimpling down | 48,323 |
By wood and vale, its onward current keeps | 48,323 |
To lonely hamlet and to stirring town, | 48,323 |
Cheering the wayworn traveller as it flows | 48,323 |
When all the fields with drought are parched and bare.' | 48,323 |