| Morning among the Hills |
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| Sonnet: 4 |
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| O, had I the wings of a swallow, I'd fly |
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| Consumption |
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| To the Houstonia Cerulea |
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| I looked on the broad setting sun |
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| Beneath the pensive willow's shade |
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| They gazed upon each other. They were young |
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| The Flight of Time |
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| Impreciation, An |
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