| See how the floweret blushes in the morn |
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| Sonnet: 3 |
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| Man is born to die |
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| The Clouds are black in heaven, the roar of winds |
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| On Finding the Anemone Hepatica, the Earliest Flower of Spring |
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| Lays: 4 |
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| How happy is the pure, good man, whose life |
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| Once, in the heart of a desert |
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| Poetry |
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