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Here a buttercup pressed like finely beaten brass, there a great yellow rose in my Keats; my Chaucer is like his old meadows, 'ypoudred with daisie, and my Herrick is full of violets. The only thing is that they haunt me sometimes. But then, again, they bloom afresh every spring. As Mr. Monkhouse sings: 'Sweet as the rose that died last year is the rose that is born to-day.
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