| Time; on Leaving Castella |
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| Tis true — that me , with roses crown'd |
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| To a Beggar |
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| To a Celebrated Wit, Who Had Clarkstones in His Feet |
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| To a Domestic Charmer and Friend |
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| To a Lady, |
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| To a Lady, the Writer's Accomplished and Poetical Friend |
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| To a Lady, Who Drew My Portrait |
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| To a Lady, with Drawings of Faith, Hope, Charity |
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| To a Laughing Girl |
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