Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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I came to live in Sophia Street,
In a little house in Sophia Street
With an inch of floor
Between door and door
And a yard you'd measure in children's feet.
When I'd been ten days in Sophia Street
I remembered its name was Wisdom Street;
For I'd learned much more
Than in all the score
Of years I clamoured for books to eat.

1. Why does she put me to many indignities
2. How funny it would be if dreamy I
3. Suburban Dames
4. A lady and I were walking
5. My heart is a pomegranate full of sweet fancies

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