| Pity the dewy pearl be thrown |
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| Oh! the white clouds! nay, rather blossoms |
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| Oh! the camellia, which ne'er |
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| The Bridge to Heaven |
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| Of all the days and months that hurry by |
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| On looking carefully, behold |
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| A Cat's amours: — from the beginning |
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| I've seen the bogie's veritable |
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| A Very Ancient Ode |
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| Mine oft-reiterated pray'rs in vain |
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