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We crush'd, like ripen grapes, Montreuil, we tore down old Vetier-- We charged them with our naked breasts, and took them with a cheer-- We'll hunt the robbers through the land, from Seine to sparkling Rhone. Now 'Here's a health to all we love: our King shall have his own!'
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Shepherd's Calender. _--In some of the early quarto editions of Spenser, in the
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Shepherd's Calender,