| The Wayside Well |
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| Lotos Eating |
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| My Thrush |
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| A Tall west window opens up the glen |
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| Let me read Greek, to see if I'm awake |
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| Rupert Loraine was of a knightly house |
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| And when the maiden from his clasp had fled |
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| Three inches high, and not a single decimal |
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| Hymn Hermes, Muse, the son of Zeus and Maia |
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| Rupert Loraine was full of power and vigour |
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