Swift without violence, without terror great.
Of Thetis taken out his nap,
And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn
From black to red began to turn.
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Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
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RGB: 60 49 47
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RGB: 78 52 53
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RGB: 53 181 146
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RGB: 65 160 130
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RGB: 215 255 237
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
