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    was it to have a regiment
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    in all London if no one ever beheld
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    the most beautiful dwelling-house
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    on her knee, the fingers now
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    loose clasp of her fat hands folded
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    and the laugh on their lips
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    yet kept the roses on their cheeks
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    amidst these gay and smiling porcelain
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    formed the ceiling; and yet, a
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    and Saxe shepherds and
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    covered with old Saxe plates
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