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47200	nan	Oracles from the Poets: A Fanciful Diversion for the Drawing Room			.txt	text/plain	30000	4209	96	Come, rouse thee now;--I know thy mind, Mishap goes o'er thee like a summer cloud; All things thou art by turns, from wrath to love, Fair as the flowers themselves, as sweet and gentle. She walks in beauty, like the night Which speaks the heart so well; those deep blue eyes, While Love rains on them from her dark eye-glance. 'Tis not her eye or lip we beauty call, Oh thy love has an eye And breath like the sweets from the hawthorn tree; day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man. Is like her smile; bright, transient, heaven-refined. Like a light cloud that floats in summer air, When _Autumn_, like a faint old man, sits down And for bright shining butterflies, lovely as flowers. eyes half closed in sleep, and thy soul as a stream flowing at Whose eye was light from heaven! LADY.--One wild-flower from the path of love,	./cache/47200.txt	./txt/47200.txt