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STRANGER.Come—come! all is not wrong. Those old dark windows—OLD MAN.They're demolish'd too—As if he could not see thro' casement glass!The very red-breasts that so regular Came to my Lady for her morning crumbs, Won't know the windows now!STRANGER.Nay they were highAnd then so darken'd up with jessamine, Harbouring the vermin;—that was a fine treeHowever. Did it not grow in and lineThe porch?OLD MAN.All over it: it did one goodTo pass within ten yards when 'twas in blossom.There was a sweet-briar too that grew beside. My Lady loved at evening to sit there
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