| A Shower in spring, where an umbrella |
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| How cool the air! and through a shower |
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| A Troop of sea-gulls, and a gust |
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| A Very Ancient Ode |
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| Mine oft-reiterated pray'rs in vain |
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| Well then, we'll off to see the snow |
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| Lo! Johnny, in his father's name |
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| Is life then short? This dream of mine |
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| Another Ode Presented to the Prince on the Same Occasion |
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| Since that I talk'd with thee, my brooding heart |
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