| I knew that this must end-at first |
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| Belphegor |
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| The Full levee, the crowded hall |
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| Dialogue |
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| Reply To Some Melancholy Verses Beginning "Why Do We Live?" |
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| Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Camoens |
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| In youth's first flush when hearts are light |
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| No wonder if thy pulses thrill |
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| The Poet To His Lyre |
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| At Night |
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