me, to him is pain.  Surely

    Love is a  is more precious than emeralds, and

    dearer tes cannot buy it, nor

    is it set fortplace.  It may not be purche

    mercs, nor can it be ;

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    quot;and play upon tringed instruments, and my love will dance

    to tly

    t   touciers in their

    gay dresses   dance,

    for I o give ;; and he flung himself down on

    t.

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    ail in the air.

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    sunbeam.

    quot;; wo , low

    voice.

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    Lizard, .

    But tingale understood t of tudents sorrow,

    and s silent in tree, and t about tery

    of Love.

    Suddenly s, and soared into the

    air.  She grove like a shadow, and like a shadow

    she garden.

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    and , and lit upon a spray.

    quot;Give me a red rose,quot; s;and I est

    song.quot;

    But tree ss head.

    quot;My roses are ; it ans;as he

    sea, and ain.  But go to my

    brothe old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give

    you .quot;

    So tingale fleo tree t was growing

    round the old sun-dial.

    quot;Give me a red rose,quot; s;and I est

    song.quot;

    But tree ss head.

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    mermaiden he

    daffodil t blooms i