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...violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Born in a tempest, when my mother died,...like a lasting storm, Whirring me from my friends. Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it. Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there,...

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...a carpet hang Upon her grave, while summer days did last. " Alas, for me!" she said, " poor unhappy maid, born in a tempest, when my mother died. This world to me is like a lasting storm, hurrying me from my friends." «' How now, Marina," said the dissembling Dionysia, " do you weep alone...

...carpet hang, upon her grave, while summer days did last. " Alasj for me!'* she said, " poor unhappy maid, born in a tempest, when my mother died. This world to me is like a lasting storm, hurrying me from my friends-." " How now, Marina," said the dissembling Dionysia, " do you weep alone...