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| Aulus Persius Flaccus | |
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| The Service | |
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| Natural History of Massachusetts | |
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| A Walk to Wachusett | |
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| Sir Walter Raleigh | |
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| Dark Ages | |
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| A Winter Walk | |
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| The Landlord | |
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| Paradise (To Be) Regained | |
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| Homer. Ossian. Chaucer | |
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| Herald of Freedom | |
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| Wendell Phillips Before Concord Lyceum | |
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| Thomas Carlyle and His Works | |
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| Civil Disobedience | |
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| Walking | |
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| A Yankee in Canada | |
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| Love | |
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| Chastity and Sensuality | |
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| Slavery in Massachusetts | |
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| Life Without Principle | |
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| Autumnal Tints | |
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| A Plea for Captain John Brown | |
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| Martyrdom of John Brown | |
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| The Last Days of John Brown | |
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| The Succession of Forest Trees | |
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| Wild Apples | |
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| Huckleberries | |
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| In days of yore, tis said, the swimming alder | |
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| Fair Haven ("When little hills like lambs did skip") | |
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| Voyagers Song | |
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| Life is a summer's day | |
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| I love a careless streamlet | |
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| Pens to mend, and hands to guide | |
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| Each summer sound | |
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| Friendship ("I think awhile of Love, and while I think") | |
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| When breathless noon hath paused on hill and vale | |
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| The Bluebirds | |
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| May Morning | |
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| Walden | |
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| Truth - Goodness - Beauty - those celestial thrins | |
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| Strange that so many fickle gods, as fickle as the weather | |
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| In the busy streets, domains of trade | |
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| I knew a man by sight | |
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| Cliffs | |
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| My Boots | |
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| Noon | |
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| Fair Haven ("When Winter fringes every bough") | |
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| The Thaw | |
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| Last night as I lay gazing with shut eyes | |
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| Love | |
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| The deeds of king and meanest hedger | |
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| 'T will soon appear if we but look | |
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| The Evening Wind | |
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| The Peal of the Bells | |
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| The Shrike | |
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| Sympathy | |
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| The "Book of Gems" | |
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| The Assabet | |
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| The Breeze's Invitation | |
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| Stanzas | |
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| Loves Farewell | |
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| Each more melodious note I hear | |
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| The fisher's Son | |
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| Friendship ("Let such pure hate still underprop") | |
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| The Freshet | |
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| The Poet's Delay | |
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| The Summer Rain | |
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| Guido's Aurora | |
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| I've heard my neighbor's pump at night | |
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| Who sleeps by day and walks by night | |
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| When with pale check and sunken eye I sang | |
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| I arose before light | |
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| I'm guided in the darkest night | |
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| Friends - | |
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| When is some cove I lie | |
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| Who hears the parson | |
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| Sic Vita | |
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| Wait not till I invite thee, but observe | |
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| Friendship ("Now we are partners in such legal trade") | |
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| On the Sun Coming Out in the Afternoon | |
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| They who prepare my evening meal below | |
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| My ground is high | |
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| If from your price ye will not swerve | |
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| Death cannot come too soon | |
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| The Mountains in the Horizon | |
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| The needles of the pine | |
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| The Echo of the Sabbath Bell - | |
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| Low in the eastern sky | |
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| My life has been the poem I would have writ | |
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| To the Mountains | |
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| Greater is the depth of sadness | |
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| Where I have been | |
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| Better wait | |
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| Independence | |
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| Cock-crowing | |
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| Inspiration ("Whate'er we leave to God, God does") | |
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| The Soul's Season | |
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| The Fall of the Leaf | |
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| Delay | |
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| Inspiration (If thou wilt but stand by my ear) | |
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| I've searched my faculties around | |
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| Who equallest the coward's haste | |
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| The Vireo | |
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| The coward ever sings no song | |
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| Only the slave knows of the slave | |
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| Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf | |
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| The Inward Morning | |
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| Within the circuit of this plodding life | |
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| To Edith | |
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| Delay in Friendship | |
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| Ah, 'tis in vain the peaceful din | |
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| Between the traveller and the setting sun | |
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| Have ye no work for a man to do - | |
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| I sailed up a river with a pleasant wind | |
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| I was made erect and lone | |
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| I'm not alone | |
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| Our Country | |
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| Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong | |
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| True kindness is a pure divine affinity | |
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| Unit at length the north winds blow | |
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| Wait not till slaves pronounce the word | |
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| The Funeral Bell | |
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| Sometimes I hear the veery's clarion | |
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| Thou dusky spirit of the wood | |
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| Not unconcerned Wachusett rears his head | |
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| Nature | |
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| Nature | |
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| Godfrey of Boulogne | |
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| The Rabbit leaps | |
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| I am the Autumnal sun | |
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| Where'er thou sail'st who sailed with me | |
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| I was born upon thy bank river | |
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| Salmon Brook | |
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| The moon now rises to her absolute rule | |
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| My friends, why should we live? | |
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| I mark the summer's swift decline | |
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| My love must be as free | |
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| The Moon | |
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| Rumors From an Aeolian Harp | |
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| On shoulders whirled in some eccentric orbit | |
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| Far oer The bow | |
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| Methinks that by a strict behavior | |
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| I have rolled near some other spirits path | |
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| Fog | |
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| How little curious is man | |
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| To the Comet | |
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| Hazc | |
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| Smoke | |
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| To a Stray Fowl | |
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| The Departure | |
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| Brother where dost thou dwell? | |
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| All things are current found | |
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| On fields oer which the reaper's hand has passed | |
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| Epitaph on an Engraver | |
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| Epitaph on Pursy | |
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| Ep on a Good Man | |
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| Epitaph | |
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| Ep on the World | |
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| The sluggish smoke curls up from some deep dell | |
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| On Ponkawtasset, since, we took our way | |
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| To a Marsh Hawk in Spring | |
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| Great Friend | |
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| The offer | |
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| Morning | |
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| The Friend | |
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| Yet let us Thank the purblind race | |
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| Ye do command me to all virtue ever | |
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| Ive seen ye, sisters, on the mountain-side | |
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| I am bound, I am bound, for a distant shore | |
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| The Hero | |
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| At midnight's hour I raised my head | |
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| I seek the Present Time | |
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| Tell me ye wise ones if ye can | |
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| Behold these flowers - | |
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| My friends, my noble friends, know ye - | |
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| The Earth | |
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| But now "no war nor battle's sound" | |
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| Such water do the gods distill | |
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| Die and be buried who will | |
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| I have seen some frozenfaced connecticut | |
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| Such near aspects had we | |
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| Travelling | |
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| The Atlantides | |
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| Conscience is instinct bred in the house | |
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| That Phaeton of our day | |
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| Then spend an age in whetting thy desire | |
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| We see the planet fall | |
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| We should not mind if on our car there fell | |
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| Men say they know many things | |
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| Away! away! away! away! | |
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| In the East fames are won | |
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| The good how can we trust? | |
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| Greece | |
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| Poverty | |
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| The respectable folks | |
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| Farewell | |
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| For though the eaves were rabitted | |
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| You Boston folks and Roxbury people | |
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| I will obey the strictest law of love | |
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| Why toll the bell today- | |
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| And once again | |
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| The Old Marlborough Road | |
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| Old meeting-house bell | |
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| It is a real place | |
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| Among the worst of men that ever lived | |
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| What's the rail-road to me? | |
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| Tall Ambrosia | |
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| Tis very fit the ambrosia of the gods | |
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| I saw a delicate flower had grown up 2 feet high | |
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| To day I climbed a handsome rounded hill | |
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| I am the little Irish boy | |
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| In Adams fall | |
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| Life | |
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| The moon moves up her smooth and sheeny path | |
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| I'm thankful that my life doth not deceive | |
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| Manhood | |
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| Music | |
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| The Just Made Perfect | |
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| I do not fear my thoughts will die | |
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| I'm contented you should stay | |
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| Man Man is the Devil | |
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| You must not only aim aright | |
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| He knows no change who knows the true | |
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| When the toads begin to ring | |
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| The chicadec | |
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| Twas 30 years ago | |
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| Forever in my dream and in my morning thought | |
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| Except, returning, by the Marlboro | |
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| The Rosa Sanguinea | |
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| Any fool can make a rule | |
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| All things decay | |
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| Chronology | |
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| Note on the Texts | |
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| Notes | |
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| Index of Titles and First Lines | |