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...from its pristine perfection. " Poor race of men — Dearly ye pay for your primal fall, Some Oow'rcts of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all." The rose, however, still looks lovely in the midst of a garden of weeds, whose contiguity is contaminating....

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...— it is now, alas ! debased and adulterated from its pristine perfection. " Poor race of men — Dearly ye pay for your primal fall, Some flow'rets...inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all." The rose, however, still looks lovely in the midst of a garden of weeds, whose contiguity is contaminating....

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...Peri, " Poor race of man, said the pitying Spirit, Dearly ye pay for your primal fall; Some flowers of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all." None of this, however, passed through Emily's mind. Those who have no part in the conflict see with...