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'Tis the hour when Twilight stealing
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The Future bard of Paradise in youth
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Sonnet
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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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Oh! dearer by far than the land of our birth
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Father of Rivers! standing by thy side
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