| Now to her lap the incestuous earth |
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| Soldier from the wars returning |
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| God's Acre |
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| Epithalamium |
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| The Sigh that heaves the grasses |
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| Wake not for the world-heard thunder |
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| When I would muse in boyhood |
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| The First of May |
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| Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries |
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| Tell me not here, it needs not saying |
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