| The Bridal |
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| There's not always |
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| Late Branch of murdered royalty |
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| A Better lot is thine fair maid |
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| Justine upon thy silent tomb the dews of eving weep |
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| On bending stalk a bonny flower |
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| Fair forms of glistening marble stand around |
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| A Week ago September dead October's moon set in |
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| Let us drive care away |
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| Gilbert |
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