| Ye vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours |
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| Loose to the wind her golden tresses streamed |
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| Laura Being Dead, Petrarch Finds Trouble in All the Things of the Earth - |
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| He Asks His Heart to Raise Itself Up to God - |
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| How oft have I, my dear and cruel foe |
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| I saw a phoenix in the wood alone |
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| At last, so faire a ladie did I spie |
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| When I behold this tickle trustles state |
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| Being one day at my window all alone |
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| After, at sea a tall ship did appeare |
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