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[These gems of grace unutterable]
These gems of grace unutterable
Were pull'd within her very bowers;
Smell, senseless villain! smell them, smell!
Say didst thou ever smell such flowers?
Were pull'd within her very bowers;
Smell, senseless villain! smell them, smell!
Say didst thou ever smell such flowers?
“Such flowers?”—the fellow seized his hat—
“Such flowers?” he answer'd in derision;
“Well, I've heard questions strange, but that—
I'd better run for—a physician!”
“Such flowers?” he answer'd in derision;
“Well, I've heard questions strange, but that—
I'd better run for—a physician!”
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