Edward Fairfax Quotes
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Each ornament about her seemly lies, by curious chance, or careless art composed (Edward Fairfax Quotes)
Each mind is pressed, and open every ear, to hear new tidings, though they no way joy us (Edward Fairfax Quotes)
They longed to see the day, to hear the lark record her hymns, and chant her carols blest (Edward Fairfax Quotes)