Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ (editions 1-4) Salaḿañ and Absaå (translated from Jaḿi)́ A bird's-eye view of Farid́-Uddiñ Attar's Bird-parliament. The two generals: I. Lucius Aemilius Paullus, II. Sir Charles Napier. Bredfield hall. Chronomoros. Virgil's garden. From Petrarch. Occasional verses: To a lady singing, On Anne Allen, To a violet. Preface to Polonius. Introduction to readings in Crabbe. Written by Petrarch in his Virgil. Memoir of Bernard Barton. Death of Bernard Barton. Death of the Rev. George Crabbe. Charles Lamb. On red boxes

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