| Not Weary Yet |
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| Tell Me, Wight in the Broom |
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| No heart that holds one right desire |
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| Boney |
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| The Gloomy Night of Sadness |
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| Shall I, Like an Hermit, Dwell |
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| Waise und Stiefmutter |
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| The Dissenters' Thanksgiving for the Late Declaration |
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| By a forest as I gan fare |
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| Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem