| Then, say, was I or nature in the wrong |
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| Let the Wind Blow High or Low |
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| People—Whose Fault? |
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| Maiden moder milde |
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| Thou ermined judge, pull off that sable cap! |
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| The Maid o the Cowdenknows |
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| On How the Cobler |
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| Lebenes gedinge ist al der werlde trost |
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| Among the yeomen's sons on my estate |
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| Thus feverish fancies floated in my brain |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem