| When the lad for longing sighs |
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| If truth in hearts that perish |
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| The True Lover |
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| Chorus - |
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| Fragment of an English Opera |
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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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| The Sage to the Young Man |
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| Give me a land of boughs in leaf |
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| I promise nothing: friends will part |
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