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“Of all th’ enamell’d race,' whose silv’ry wing
Waves to the tepid Zephyrs of the spring,
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Or swims along the fluid atmosphere,
Once shin'd this child of Heat and Air.
“Of all th’ enamell’d race,' whose silv’ry wing
Waves to the tepid Zephyrs of the spring,
tº-
Or swims along the fluid atmosphere,
Once shin'd this child of Heat and Air.
Alexander Pope - v04
