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¡Otra, otra infortunada, / Ya cansada de vivir! …
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A Pathetic Ballad / BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, …
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Young Ben he was a nice young man, / A carpenter by trade; …
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Je me rappelle – oh ! oui je me rappelle / La maison où je vis le jour, …
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Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy, / How well to rise while nights and larks are flying— …
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NO sun—no moon! / No morn—no noon— …
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Blank Verse in Rhyme / EVEN is come; and from the dark Park, hark, …
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She stood breast high amid the corn, / Clasped by the golden light of morn, …
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There is a silence where hath been no sound, / There is a silence where no sound may be, …
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How hard, when those who do not wish / To lend, thus lose, their books, …
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One more Unfortunate, / Weary of breath, …
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We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, / Her breathing soft and low, …
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’t Was in the prime of summer time, / An evening calm and cool, …
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“O where, and O where / Is my bonnie laddie gone?” …
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With fingers weary and worn, / With eyelids heavy and red, …
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It was not in the Winter / Our loving lot was cast; …
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THOU happy, happy elf! / (But stop, first let me kiss away that tear,) …
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Written During Sickness, April, 1845 / FAREWELL, life! my senses swim, …
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I Remember, I remember / The house where I was born, …
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SPRING it is cheery, / Winter is dreary, …