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Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.

Jean Ingelow

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Jean Ingelow
Age: 77 †
Born: 1820
Born: March 17
Died: 1897
Died: July 20
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
England
Orris
Best
Lips
Slender
Going
Fast
Bud
Life
Wine
Orange
Like
Moon
Cups
Flower
Bright
Hold
Round
Waxing
Night
Rounds
Fated
Two
Golden
Swelling

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