| Embroideries not e'en yet worn |
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| Off to the cherry-flow'rs! the day |
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| You little sparrows left without |
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| Around the plum-flow'rs make a fence |
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| Alas! the tears which she restrains |
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| Ode to the Cuckoo |
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| Despite that I have nine times risen |
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| Beneath love's heavy weight my falt'ring soul |
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| A Frontier Soldier's Regrets on Leaving Home |
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| I am burnt out. Nevertheless |
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