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England slept with her dead.😰😚
Mist on the mountain height.☹️
🥴🤔There wreathe his venerable horns with flowers.🤫
Some silent laws our hearts may make.☺️🥴😱
Improves the keenness of the northern wind.🤑🫢😑
Already I had begun to suspect my visitor's identity.🫣🤐☺️
Ere that she would unbind me, / the while she softly lay!😶😦
Negotium illud nunc perfunctum.🤠
😕🫢Edwin Markham _The Bird with the Woe_.😑
😎🫢Your heart became more steadfast there, simpler.🤢
On the Fork'd Hill), abjures his genial smile.😙
He bruised no feathery stalk, and through the trees.
All sup together, this affront revenged.
I heard the Spirit of the Present call.
Drink not the dewy night; her pains increase.
They are buried in those illimitable fields.😦😭
Angel comfortings can hear.
Singing, with that one of the manly nose.
🥺In the same hour, from this world's limits torn.😭😆🙄
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale.