| Oh! those siestas, with my feet |
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| Oh! moonlight, with the sound of rice |
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| How distant on the fallen leaves |
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| Verses Composed on the Occasion of an Imperial Progress to the Summer Palace of Yoshino |
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| Softly the dews upon my forehead light |
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| Oh! the moon-gazing where some clouds |
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| A Shower came, and so I came |
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| The Flow'rs have made me drunk: — I loathe |
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| Coming this mountain way, no herb |
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| Oh! clouds about the moon, from whence |
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