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So happy was he, not the aerial blowing
Of
trumpets
at clear parley from the east
Could rouse from that fine relish, that high feast.
Keats
So happy was he, not the aerial blowing
Of
trumpets
at clear parley from the east
Could rouse from that fine relish, that high feast.
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