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Unmounted
So prays he, for our Paradise, Intense In clouds ...
The crows are never afeard of me, But - I'm afeard ...
"The prowling wolf a-howling"
Fairies in the stars
Swallows
Their ears so pointed, long, and thin
Fairies playing by the moon
The Changelings
The Big Scare-Crow Cried, 'Bo, Ho, Ho!'
The Rhyme of a Run