Blinder than bats were we, Who sang last night to me. Hush, O provoking cow! The whispering notes, I vow." O phantasy forlorn! A scarecrow in the corn. [62] [62] WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES. WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES. Here Paved with many a purple flower, Through the May-day's parting hour. Lengthening shadows far and near, Till my darling's voice I hear. Mine who am so old and frail; For my love's the nightingale. [63] [63] THE LAY FIGURE.
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