The straw-stuffed hamper with its ruthless steel He open`d, cutting sheer th` inserted cords Which bound the lid and lip secure. Forth came The rustling package first, bright straw of wheat, Or oats, or barley; next a bottle green Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distill`d Drop after drop odorous, by the art Of the fair mother of his friend -- the Rose.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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