Britannia

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From Jules Lema******** mouth is fresh as cherries on the bough, Red cherries in the dawning, and more white Than milk or white camellias is thy brow; And as the golden corn thy hair is bright, The corn that drinks the Sun's less fair than thou; While through thine eyes the child-soul gazeth now - Eyes like the flower that was Rousseau's delight.[4] Sister of sad Ophelia, say, shall these Thy pearly teeth grow like piano keys Yellow and long; while thou, all skin and bone, Angles and morals, in a sky-blue veil, Shalt hosts of children to the sermon hale, Blare hymns, read chapters, backbite, and intone? [4] The pervenche, or periwinkle.
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