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of enderby." jean ingelow , high tide on the coast of lincolnshire. when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of god shouted for joy. job, xxxviii. . ere music's golden tongue flattered to tears this aged man and poor. john keats , the eve of st. agnes, stanza . the silver, snarling trumpets
of enderby." jean ingelow , high tide on the coast of lincolnshire. when the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of god shouted for joy. job, xxxviii. . ere music's golden tongue flattered to tears this aged man and poor. john keats , the eve of st. agnes, stanza . the silver, snarling trumpets...
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