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Lines For Music
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My hair is gray—the flower of life is past
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The Lament of the Captive
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My Sister! through how many trying scenes
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Good-Night! good night!—those few kind words are all
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Lines Written In Lady 's Album
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Cease, cease thy song! it tells me much
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Solo e pensoso i più deserti campi
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Saint Augustine, thy praise was sung by one
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Change blots out change,—their very memory dies
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