| I paused on the threshold, I turned to the sky |
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| A.G.A. to A.S |
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| Self-Interrogation |
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| When days of Beauty deck the earth |
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| M. Douglas to E.R. Gleneden |
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| Through the hours of yesternight |
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| Still beside that dreary water |
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| O God of heaven! the dream of horror |
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| Lines |
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| Only some spires of bright green grass |
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