| Lines For Music |
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| My hair is gray—the flower of life is past |
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| The Lament of the Captive |
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| My Sister! through how many trying scenes |
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| Good-Night! good night!—those few kind words are all |
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| Lines Written In Lady 's Album |
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| Cease, cease thy song! it tells me much |
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| Solo e pensoso i più deserti campi |
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| Change blots out change,—their very memory dies |
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| Beyond Vermont's green hills, against the skies |
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