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1754–1832

FINIS.

George Crabbe

Ah! blest be the days when with Mira I took The learning of Love.... When we pluck'd the wild blossoms that blush'd in the grass, And I taught my dear maid of their species and class;

For Conway, the friend of mankind, had decreed That Hudson should show us the wealth of the mead.

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