FORTUNE-TELLER.
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LOOSE STRIFE.
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by.
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by.
Tennyson.
Remote, unnamed, dull spot,
The dimmest in the district's map.
The dimmest in the district's map.
Byron.
