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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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