| A Thanksgiving |
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| Morning |
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| And Dost Thou Love the Lyre? |
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| Forget Thee? No, Never! |
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| Yes, Methinks That I Could |
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| Lines, Written in "The Angel of the World" |
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| Retouch, Sweet Friend — Retouch the Lute |
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| A Farewell |
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| The Soul That Was Shrouded |
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| Stanzas Supposed to Have Been Written on the Envelope to a Lock of Hair |
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