| When the Curtains of Night are Pinned Back |
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| Man Has No Smokestack |
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| What have we here?—a temple! if 'tis such |
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| The Weaver's Song |
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| Before my back was bent I was eloquent |
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| The Foggy, Foggy Dew |
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| Master Foster, very good man |
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| The Song of a Country Swain at the Return of Philador |
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| What's the Life of a Man? |
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| Across the Western Ocean |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem