Unto a broken heart
No other one may go
Without the high prerogative
Itself hath suffered too.
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Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me — |
Unto my Books — so good to turn — |
Unto the Whole — how add? |
Unworthy of her Breast |
Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle |
Upon a Lilac Sea |
Full thirty frosts since thou wert young |
Upon Concluded Lives |
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird |