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Ah! Could But A Word, and One Only
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Ah! The Eyes Are Just As Ever
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Ah! Thy Snow-white Lily Fingers
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The Blue Hussars Ride Bugling
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Breeched in His Foam-knit Waterspouts
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By Your Eyes and Your Voicewe Had Scarce Met Each Other!
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Child, it Would Be Your Undoing!
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Child, We Were Children Together
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Diamonds Thou Hast and Pearls
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Did Not My Pallid Face Betray
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Fair Domesticated Lady
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Far on the Dim Horizon
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Gods Are We When Moral Might
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Greeting to Thee, O City
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Grey-clad in Their Cloudy Mantles
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Heart, My Heart, Rest Undismayed
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High on the Hill-side Yonder
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How May Thy Sleep Be Peaceful
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I Dreamed : the Moon Was Sad of Face
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I Pass Your House Each Morning
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I Stood and Gazed on Her Picture
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I Would Have Lingered, Wooing
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In Dream I Saw My Beloved
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In the Wood I Wander, Weeping
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Is it Possible You Hate Me?
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Jesting, I, with Wanton Wooing
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The Last Low Rays of Eventide
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Let the Snow Drift on the Gale
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Like Sombre Dreams the Houses
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Like to the Sudden Moonbeam, Breaking
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Little Maid with Lips of Scarlet
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Lo! The Moon, A Giant Orange!
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Lo! Thou, My Love's White Lily
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To the Lukewarm Fainting Fashion
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The Maiden Sleeps in Her Chamber
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Man, Cease Mocking At the Devil!
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The Moon is Up and Streaming
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Most Miserable Atlas, I!
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My Heart is Vexed : with Vain Regretting
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My Heart, My Heart is Mournful
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Night Upon the Untrod Highways
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O Death, Thou Art Cool Night
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O Thou Fair Fishermaiden
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Oh, the Lies That Lurk in Kisses!
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Once You Become My Wedded Wife
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The Pale Half-moon of Autumn
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Permit Me, A Heart-sick Son O' the Muse
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The Pilgrimage to Kevlaar
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Sapphires Are Those Eyes of Thine
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Say, Where is Thy Maid, Whom Loving
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Seldom Could You Understand me
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So Here I Am in the Well-known Streets!
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Some There Be That Make Their Prayer
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Still is the Night; the Streets Are Sleeping
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The Storm Pipes Up for Dancing!
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The Sun Has Already Climbed Over the Mountains
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They Have Company this Evening
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They Think That My Heart, From Anguish
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They Wasted Much Good Counsel on me
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This Solitary Tear-drop
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Thou Art So Like A Flower
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Thou Hast Wounded My Lips with Thy Kisses so
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On A Time A Gentle Presence
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The Twilight of the Gods
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Twilight of the Summer Even
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Upon Thy Snow-white Shoulder
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On the Walls of Salamanca
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When As Night Falls About me
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When She Clasps Me with Amorous Arms, My Being
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Whoso for the First Time Loves
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Worthy Friend, You Are in Love
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Years Come and Go, and Mortals
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