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Found in the Inn Belonging to You
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Line Addressed to Lady Ze Sent with My Portrait Which She Had Asked Me to Give Her
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Long, long ago — before the weight of pain
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Sunrise
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Hearken, O! mortal! to the wail
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O'er hill and woo — the evening bells
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On the Great Bay of the Glass Town
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St. John in the Island of Patmos
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The Voice of Lowood speaks subdued
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