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... thee every day " PACE 302 A Canadian Boat - Song 303 304 To the Lady Charlotte Rawdon 305 Impromptu , after a visit to Mrs. of Montreal 309 Written on passing Deadman's Island 310 To the Boston Frigate , on leaving Halifax for England ...
... thee every day " PACE 302 A Canadian Boat - Song 303 304 To the Lady Charlotte Rawdon 305 Impromptu , after a visit to Mrs. of Montreal 309 Written on passing Deadman's Island 310 To the Boston Frigate , on leaving Halifax for England ...
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... thee every day " 303 A Canadian Boat - Song To the Lady Charlotte Rawdon 304 305 Impromptu , after a visit to Mrs. of Montreal • 309 Written on passing Deadman's Island 310 To the Boston Frigate , on leaving Halifax for England To Lady ...
... thee every day " 303 A Canadian Boat - Song To the Lady Charlotte Rawdon 304 305 Impromptu , after a visit to Mrs. of Montreal • 309 Written on passing Deadman's Island 310 To the Boston Frigate , on leaving Halifax for England To Lady ...
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... thee by the gods above " X. " Tell me how to punish thee " XI . " Tell me , gentle youth , I pray thee " XII . " ' They tell how Atys , wild with love " XIII . " I will ; I will ; the conflict's past ' XIV . Count me , on the summer ...
... thee by the gods above " X. " Tell me how to punish thee " XI . " Tell me , gentle youth , I pray thee " XII . " ' They tell how Atys , wild with love " XIII . " I will ; I will ; the conflict's past ' XIV . Count me , on the summer ...
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... thee , nymph , whose winged 455 455 spear " 66 LXIX . " Now Neptune's sullen month appears LXX . " They wove the lotus band to deck " LXXI . ' A broken cake with honey sweet LXXIL " With twenty chords my lyre is hung " LXXIII . " Fare thee ...
... thee , nymph , whose winged 455 455 spear " 66 LXIX . " Now Neptune's sullen month appears LXX . " They wove the lotus band to deck " LXXI . ' A broken cake with honey sweet LXXIL " With twenty chords my lyre is hung " LXXIII . " Fare thee ...
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... thee , young warrior , welcome ! -thou hast yet Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; - But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds ...
... thee , young warrior , welcome ! -thou hast yet Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; - But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds ...
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