Come, Let Us Banish Sorrow |
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Morning |
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And Dost Thou Love the Lyre? |
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Forget Thee? No, Never! |
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Yes, Methinks That I Could |
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Lines, Written in "The Angel of the World" |
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Retouch, Sweet Friend — Retouch the Lute |
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A Farewell |
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The Soul That Was Shrouded |
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Stanzas Supposed to Have Been Written on the Envelope to a Lock of Hair |
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