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An aerie of hawks

Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid.

A covert of coots

I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.

A scold of jays

I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is anything but the region of beauty and delight.

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