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I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
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Book
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0.85
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2026-07-04
Hash:
22ada959959cec1b38564bbfddf9f1a76fee17f4cfc0ea96c2ea0a6f36d80c21
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Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain

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