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For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their
bouldered
beds.
Virgil - Eclogues
For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their
bouldered
beds.
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