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On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed in the Valley of Virginia By Herman Melville  |
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 Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends— Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he Whom here low violets veil from eyes. But all these gifts transcended be: His happier fortune in this mound you see. | |||||||||||||
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