| In this dull world of books and men |
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| Spesso mi torna a mente, anzi giammai |
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| On My Birthday |
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| Farewell! my more than father land |
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| In quell'etate in cui mal si difende |
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| Come! come to us hither! the goblet is flowing |
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| Dell'arboscel c'ha si famoso nome |
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| Lines Written By Thomas Chatterton While Meditating Suicide In The Autumn Of 1770 |
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| Forced Contribution |
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