Fall unfurls its fiery foliage.
Thunk! Paul's books crashed off of the table.
(1) Tiger! Tiger! burning bright (2) In the forests of the night, (3) What immortal hand or eye (4) Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
It was a July midnight, and from out A full-orbed moon that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber.
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