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... Young Rose " When midst the gay I meet " " When twilight dews ' " Sigh not thus " " Tis love that murmurs " Young Ella The Pilgrim • " Wilt thou say farewell , Love ' СС Cease , oh cease to tempt " 321 322 322 322 323 323 • 324 324 ...
... Young Rose " When midst the gay I meet " " When twilight dews ' " Sigh not thus " " Tis love that murmurs " Young Ella The Pilgrim • " Wilt thou say farewell , Love ' СС Cease , oh cease to tempt " 321 322 322 322 323 323 • 324 324 ...
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... young charms Erin , O Erin • " Drink to her who long " " Oh ! blame not the bard " " While gazing on the moon's light " Ill Omens · Before the Battle After the Battle 345 . 346 99 · 347 347 348 348 349 350 351 351 . ' ' Tis sweet to ...
... young charms Erin , O Erin • " Drink to her who long " " Oh ! blame not the bard " " While gazing on the moon's light " Ill Omens · Before the Battle After the Battle 345 . 346 99 · 347 347 348 348 349 350 351 351 . ' ' Tis sweet to ...
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... Young Dream The Prince's Day 354 354 355 " Weep on , weep on " " " Lesbia hath a beaming eye " 356 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 ...
... Young Dream The Prince's Day 354 354 355 " Weep on , weep on " " " Lesbia hath a beaming eye " 356 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 ...
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... young , the rosy Spring " XLVII . " ' Tis true my fading years decline " XLVIII . " When my thirsty soul I steep " XLIX . " When Bacchus , Jove's immortal boy ' L. " When I drink , I feel , I feel " LI . " Fly not thus my brow of snow ...
... young , the rosy Spring " XLVII . " ' Tis true my fading years decline " XLVIII . " When my thirsty soul I steep " XLIX . " When Bacchus , Jove's immortal boy ' L. " When I drink , I feel , I feel " LI . " Fly not thus my brow of snow ...
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... young fellow - without any advantage of birth or of person , and with intellectual at- tractions which seem to posterity to be of a rather middling kind - ever won his way more easily or more cheaply into that paradise of mean ambitions ...
... young fellow - without any advantage of birth or of person , and with intellectual at- tractions which seem to posterity to be of a rather middling kind - ever won his way more easily or more cheaply into that paradise of mean ambitions ...
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