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Richard Henry Dana
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(4)
Immortality
And do our loves all perish with our frames?
The Chanting Cherubs
whence come ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
The Little Beach-Bird
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
The Moss supplicateth for the Poet
Though i am humble, slight me not,