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EXTRACTS AND QUOTATIONS.
“Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
At sunset all is snow.”
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
At sunset all is snow.”
Lowell.
“A vile conceit in pompous words expressed
Is like a clown in royal purple dressed.”
Is like a clown in royal purple dressed.”
—Anon.
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