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o.XLVII.XLVIII.DOIIUX:» in valleys of springs of rivers > 7.. Loitering with a vacanteye . . .. Far in a western brookland . . .. The lad came to the door at night .. With rue my heart is laden . . .. Westward on the high-hilled plains .. Far I hear the bugle blow. You smile upon your friend to-day. When I came last to Ludlow a 6. The star-filled seas are smooth to-night. Now hollow fires burn out to black .LXxI.LXII.LXIII. CONTENTS
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