Arise, arise, ye subterranean winds |
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Arise, ye subterranean Winds |
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Now by my love. By Heav'n I'll tell her boldly. 'Tis well, 'tis well, with them. Then like some wealthy Island. I thought, I'll swear. Unhurt, untoucht. 'Tis a strange kind of Igno'rance. Though all thy gestures |
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