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| Sonnet To Lord Byron |
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| Night Reveries |
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| Heaven's sovereign spares all creatures but himself |
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| Here all is heartless, hollow, loud |
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| Epitaph On A Poet From The Italian Of Roncalli |
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| To who lent me Taylor's Physical Theory of a future life after reading it |
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| Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Camoens |
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| Who Knows? |
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| Cast up a wreck by Fortune's tide |
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