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...birds, nor the fweet fmell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any fummer's ftory tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praife the deep vermilion in the rofe j They were but fweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you,...

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...the winter's near. Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell ; Or...I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermillion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern...

...and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or...lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; Hey were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet xem'd...

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