| Walton! when, weary of the world, I turn |
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| To the Worldlings |
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| Hark, 'tis a mother singing to her child |
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| Gigantic time-worn Tree, what moons have fled |
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| Bring me a posie of the choicest flowers |
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| By classic Cam a lovely maiden grew |
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| And what was Stella but a haughty dame? |
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| O Spring, I've lov'd thee from my earliest youth |
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| The Nightingale |
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| O what have I to do with lakes and seas |
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