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Morning among the Hills
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Sonnet: 4
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O, had I the wings of a swallow, I'd fly
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Consumption
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To the Houstonia Cerulea
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I looked on the broad setting sun
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Beneath the pensive willow's shade
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They gazed upon each other. They were young
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The Flight of Time
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Impreciation, An
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