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’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, / […]

’Twas the night before Christmas, […]

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; / […]

'Twas early June, the new grass was flourishing everywheres, the posies in the yard—peonies and such—in full bloom, the sun was shining, and the water of the bay was blue, with light green streaks where the shoal showed.

’Twas the first of many feats so great, A legend through and through. We sing of him, Artorigus, the Noble and the brave.