| The Mounting lark, day's herald, got on wing |
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| Morning - |
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| Praise of Poets - |
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| Shall I tell you whom I love? |
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| Here lies kind Tom, thrust out of door |
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| On a Dream |
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| Epistle, An |
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| On the Right Honourable Charles, Lord Herbert of Cardiff and Shurland |
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| Elegy on Sir Thomas Overbury, An |
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| Elegy on the Untimely Death of His Ever Honoured and as Much Beloved as Lamented Friend, Mr. Thomas Ayleworth of the Middle Temple, Slain at Croydon, and There Buried, An |
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