| To the mother I give |
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| Excuse |
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| Thou art amazed, and dost point to the ocean. It seems to be burning |
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| Epilogue to Schiller's Song of the Bell |
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| 'Tis easier far a wreath to bind |
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| Autumn Feelings |
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| Playing at Priests |
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| Chorus of Spirits |
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| Margaret at her Spinning-Wheel |
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| Preservation |
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