| Where the soft drifts lie |
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| Lines from an Elegy on the Death of His Wife |
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| On Parting from His Wife |
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| 'Tis now the season of the Harvest Moon |
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| Cherry-blossoms of Yoshino |
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| The Autumn gloaming deepens into night |
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| Old-time pond, from off whose shadowed depth, An |
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