| Farewell, a long farewell! dear patrons, friends! |
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| Monody on the Death of Lieut. Gen. Sir John Moore |
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| Stanzas, on receiving a Frown from Cynthia |
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| Adams and Liberty |
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| Lines to Harriot, on a bunch of Roses presented to the Author |
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| Bleak lowered the morn; the howling snow-drift blew |
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| Verses to a young Lady, lately recovered from sickness |
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| To Arms, Columbia! |
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| Translated from Sappho |
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