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Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport—O! with whom But ...
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When ...
A Rock there is whose homely front The passing traveller slights; Yet there the glow-worms ...
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