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After Rain by Archibald Lampman
For three whole days across the sky, In sullen packs that loomed and broke, With flying fringes dim as smoke, The columns of the rain went b...
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BECKON There's a land where the mountains are nameless, and the rivers all run God knows where; there are lives that are erring and aim...
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pugnacious wind lashing bashing trashing nature's good deeds
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"You see," she explained, "he simply gets away with murder because he never mentions a name and he calls the column, Through ...
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