Friday; or, The Dirge  30414

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  • first line (public domain):
    BUMKINET
    Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?
    There's Sorrow in thy Look, if right I deem.
    'Tis true, yon Oaks with yellow Tops appear,
    And chilly Blasts begin to nip the Year;
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Locations in Harold's Library

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