| Strew Ye the Grave |
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| The Sweet Pea, and the Household Pea |
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| Twilight Was on the Fountains |
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| On the Indian Jasmine Flower |
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| With Many a Plant |
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| As Wandering o'er the Pathless Deep |
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| What Seek Ye, Nannette? |
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| My Bowls Were of the Purest Gold |
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| Why Comes He Not? |
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| Whether I Rove Through Myrtle Bowers |
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