| Prisoner, The. A Fragment |
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| He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs |
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| Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear |
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| Darkness was overtraced on every face |
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| There are two trees in a lonely field |
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| Lady, in your Palace Hall |
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| I'll come when thou art saddest |
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| There was a time when my cheek burned |
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| How golden bright from earth and heaven |
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| How Clear She Shines! |
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