| Since that I talk'd with thee, my brooding heart |
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| A Rough sea, and the Milky Way |
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| A Brilliant moon! there was no marge |
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| Done is the long spring day wherein |
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| Ode to Fusiyama |
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| There is on earth a thing more bootless still |
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| Oh! those siestas, with my feet |
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| Oh! moonlight, with the sound of rice |
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| How distant on the fallen leaves |
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| Verses Composed on the Occasion of an Imperial Progress to the Summer Palace of Yoshino |
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