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...cypress that points like Death's lean lifted forefinger. Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix in the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till...— I spare you the months of the fever and chill. Ere opening your eyes in the city, the blessed church-bells begin : No sooner the bells leave off,...

...cypress that points like Death's lean lifted forefinger. Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix in the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till...— I spare you the months of the fever and chill. IX. Ere opening your eyes in the city, the blessed churchbells begin : No sooner the bells leave off,...

...cypress that points like Death's lean lifted forefinger. Some think fireflies pretty when they mix in the corn and mingle, Or thrid the stinking hemp till...— I spare you the months of the fever and chill. Ere opening your eyes in the city, the blessed church bells begin : No sooner the bells leave off,...

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...nothing to see though you linger, Except yon cypress that points like death's lean lifted forefinger. Some think fireflies pretty, when they mix i' the...— I spare you the months of the fever and chill. IX Ere you open your eyes in the city, the blessed churchbells begin : No sooner the bells leave off...