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Fairy gold _that cannot stay_. If _Fairy Gold_ were a _horse_, it would be all very well to write that it
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turn on her skill, and industry, and housewifery. So Louis XIV., no mean authority, called this piece of _vers de societe_
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Love in Idleness
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Maidens with voices like honey for sweetness that breathe desire, Would that I were a sea bird with wings that could never tire, Over the foam-flowers flying, with halcyons ever on wing, Keeping a careless heart, a sea-blue bird of the spring.