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High on the topmost branches of the elm,
In sable conversation sits the flock
Of social starlings, the withdrawing beam
Enjoying, supperless, of hasty day.
Half starved and petrified, the pigeon mopes
With bloated plumage on the dove-house tile,
And seems forgetful of his amorous vow And note of love profound.

— James Hurdis

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Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.

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The bee observe;
She too an artist is, and laughs at man
Who calls on rules the sightly hexagon
With truth to form; a cunning architect,
That at the roof begins her golden work,
And builds without foundation. How she toils.

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