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[April 2, 1801] / OF Nelson and the north …
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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, / The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; …
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Nos jardins orgueilleux dédaignent la culture / De vos chastes attraits naïves fleurs des champs, …
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How delicious is the winning / Of a kiss at love's beginning, …
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What ’s hallowed ground? Has earth a clod / Its Maker meant not should be trod …
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[1800] / on Linden, when the sun was low, …
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A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound, / Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry! …
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I Love contemplating—apart / From all his homicidal glory— …
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From “The Pleasures of Hope,” Part I. / O SACRED Truth! thy triumph ceased awhile, …
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[1821] / AGAIN to the battle, Achaians! …
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Of Nelson and the North / Sing the glorious day's renown, …
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How delicious is the winning / Of a kiss at love’s beginning, …
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All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, / The Sun himself must die, …
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Our bugles sang truce,—for the night-cloud had lowered, / And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; …
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Star that bringest home the bee, / And sett’st the weary laborer free! …
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Ye Mariners of England / That guard our native seas! …