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Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The twopenny post's in despair The breath of the morning is flinging A magic on blossom and spray, And cockneys and sparrows are singing In chorus on Valentine's day.

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Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Age: 36 †
Born: 1802
Born: July 28
Died: 1839
Died: July 15
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