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| "Silver
sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon." |
"Watch
o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove." |
"We
sat in the hush of the Summer eves, Saying but little, yet loving much." |
"I
saw her pace, with quiet grace, the shaded path along." |
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| "For
ne'er was poor shepherd so sadly forlorn." |
"Close
by the window young Eileen is spinning; Bent o'er the fire, her blind grandmother, sitting." |
"Lay
on my neck thy ting hand, With love's invisible scepter laden." |
"How
lofty. sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills." |