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Grandpa Pencil's William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis 53 |
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Then, like a melancholy malcontent,
He vails his tail that, like a falling plume
Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent:
He stamps, and bites the poor flies in his fume.
His love, perceiving how he is enrag'd ;
Grew kinder, and his fury was assuag'd.
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