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1265 The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish to behold so eminent a sight And sang for nothing scrutable But intimate Delight. Retired, and resumed his transitive Estate— To what delicious Accident Does finest Glory fit! Edited by Peter Carter
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