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... weeping . " Oh ! if your tears Song . ' Have you not seen " The Shield . " Oh ! did you not hear ' Elegiac Stanzas , supposed to be written by Julia , on 193 194 194 195 195 the Death of her Brother . 196 A Night - thought 197 Elegiac ...
... weeping . " Oh ! if your tears Song . ' Have you not seen " The Shield . " Oh ! did you not hear ' Elegiac Stanzas , supposed to be written by Julia , on 193 194 194 195 195 the Death of her Brother . 196 A Night - thought 197 Elegiac ...
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... weep " 99 Aspasia . " Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower " The Grecian Girl's Dream of the Blessed Islands The Steersman's Song To Chloe , Imitated from Martial To the Fire - Fly 251 251 253 254 254 255 257 257 • 258 261 261 262 The Vase ...
... weep " 99 Aspasia . " Twas in the fair Aspasia's bower " The Grecian Girl's Dream of the Blessed Islands The Steersman's Song To Chloe , Imitated from Martial To the Fire - Fly 251 251 253 254 254 255 257 257 • 258 261 261 262 The Vase ...
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... Weep on , weep on " . · " Lesbia hath a beaming eye " 356 357 The Song of O'Ruark . 66 ' I saw thy form in youthful prime " " By that lake whose gloomy shore " " She is far from the land " " Nay , tell me not " " Avenging and bright ...
... Weep on , weep on " . · " Lesbia hath a beaming eye " 356 357 The Song of O'Ruark . 66 ' I saw thy form in youthful prime " " By that lake whose gloomy shore " " She is far from the land " " Nay , tell me not " " Avenging and bright ...
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... Weep not for those " " O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear ' 387 388 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears ' " The turf shall be my fragrant shrine ' " Sound the loud timbrel " " Go , let me weep " " 9 " Come not , O Lord " 388 389 • 390 ...
... Weep not for those " " O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear ' 387 388 " Were not the sinful Mary's tears ' " The turf shall be my fragrant shrine ' " Sound the loud timbrel " " Go , let me weep " " 9 " Come not , O Lord " 388 389 • 390 ...
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... weep , in Heaven . Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow ... weeping glories out , And spreads LALLA ROOKH . 31.
... weep , in Heaven . Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow ... weeping glories out , And spreads LALLA ROOKH . 31.
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