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Sonnet To Lord Byron
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Night Reveries
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Heaven's sovereign spares all creatures but himself
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Here all is heartless, hollow, loud
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Epitaph On A Poet From The Italian Of Roncalli
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To who lent me Taylor's Physical Theory of a future life after reading it
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Sonnet From The Portuguese Of Camoens
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Who Knows?
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Cast up a wreck by Fortune's tide
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Star Of My Love! 1
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