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| Found in the Inn Belonging to You |
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| Line Addressed to Lady Ze Sent with My Portrait Which She Had Asked Me to Give Her |
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| Long, long ago — before the weight of pain |
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| Sunrise |
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| Hearken, O! mortal! to the wail |
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| O'er hill and woo — the evening bells |
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| On the Great Bay of the Glass Town |
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| St. John in the Island of Patmos |
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| The Voice of Lowood speaks subdued |
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