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...countenance of love : Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might lour, VANITY OF HUMAN GRKATNESS. 119 This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly...jewel in his head. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every...

...body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, ' This is no flattery ;' these are counsellor« public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every...

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...fang' And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which, when it bites, and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is...jewel in his head ! And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything....

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