| Recollections of My Children |
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| And in the summer, folks opined |
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| What! mid the flowers the woodpecker |
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| Heedless that now the mists of spring do rise |
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| Hallo! you shouldn't cry, you storks |
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| If but the wheel be diligent |
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| Ode Composed on the Occasion of Ascending Mount Tsukuba, and Joining in the Choric Dance |
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| He Comes Not |
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| Since that first night when, bath'd in hopeless tears |
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| Light goes the butterfly, what time |
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