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As I Have Seen Upon A Bridal Day
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Behold, O God!
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Down In A Valley By A Forest's Side
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An Elegy on Mr. William Hopton
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An Elegy on the Countess Dowager of Pembroke
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An Elegy
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Epigrams
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An Epistle Thrown Into A River, in A Ball of Wax
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An Epistle
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An Epitaph on His Wife
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An Epitaph on Mr. John Smyth, Chaplain to the Right Honourable the Earl of Pembroke
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Fido, An Epistle to Fidelia
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Gentle Nymphs, Be Not Refusing
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Like to A Silkworm of One Year
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Memory
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My Own Epitaph
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An Ode
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On A Dream
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On A Lady's Yellow Hair Powdered with White, Written in the Dissolving of A Snow
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On A Rope-maker Hanged
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On A Twin At Two Years Old, Dead of A Consumption
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On An Infant Unborn, and the Mother Dying in Travel
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On Mr. Francis Lee of the Temple, Gent.
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On Mr. John Deane, of New College
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On Mr. Vaux, the Physician
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On One Drowned in the Snow
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On the Dowager Countess of Pembroke
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The Rose
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A Round
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Shall I Love Again
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A Sigh From Oxford
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The Sirens' Song
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Sitting One Day Beside the Banks of Mole
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So Shuts the Marigold Her Leaves
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Song
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Unhappy Muse!
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A Welcome
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