PoemWheree'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where'er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.Alexander Pope1709★ 1.9
LetterHistories are more full of Examples of the Fidelity of dogs than of Friends.Alexander Pope1709★ 1.1
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