| It was no more |
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| I gathered mosses in Easedale |
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| Sea-birds flying |
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| The Moon was a good height |
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| A Sea-hamlet, / Without trees |
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| As I climbed the moss |
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| As we went along |
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| The Fire flutters |
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| The Moon / Rose large and dull |
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| Address to a Child during a Boisterous Winter Evening |
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