Introduction |
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Chronology |
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POEMS |
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2 | (1) |
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Lines Written on 29 May, the Anniversary of Charles's Restoration, on Hearing the Bells Ringing |
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2 | (1) |
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Stay, ruby breasted warbler, stay |
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3 | (1) |
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Fill for me a brimming bowl |
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4 | (1) |
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As from the darkening gloom a silver dove |
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4 | (1) |
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5 | (1) |
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Oh Chatterton! how very sad thy fate |
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5 | (1) |
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Written on the Day That Mr. Leigh Hunt Left Prison |
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6 | (1) |
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6 | (2) |
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8 | (1) |
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9 | (1) |
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On Receiving a Curious Shell, and a Copy of Verses, from the Same Ladies |
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10 | (1) |
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O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown |
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11 | (1) |
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Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain |
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12 | (1) |
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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell |
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13 | (1) |
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14 | (2) |
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Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs |
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16 | (1) |
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Hadst thou liv'd in days of old |
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17 | (1) |
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18 | (1) |
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Give me women, wine, and snuff |
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18 | (1) |
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Specimen of an Induction to a Poem |
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19 | (1) |
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20 | (4) |
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To one who has been long in city pent |
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24 | (1) |
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Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve |
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25 | (1) |
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To a Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses |
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25 | (1) |
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Happy is England! I could be content |
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26 | (1) |
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To My Brother George (sonnet) |
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26 | (1) |
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To My Brother George (epistle) |
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27 | (3) |
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30 | (3) |
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How many bards gild the lapses of time |
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33 | (1) |
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On First Looking into Chapman's Homer |
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34 | (1) |
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Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there |
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34 | (1) |
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On Leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour |
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35 | (1) |
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35 | (1) |
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35 | (1) |
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36 | (1) |
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36 | (1) |
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37 | (1) |
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37 | (10) |
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I stood tip-toe upon a little hill |
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Written in Disgust of Vulgar Superstition |
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53 | (1) |
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On the Grasshopper and Cricket |
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54 | (1) |
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After dark vapours have oppressed our plains |
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54 | (1) |
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To a Young Lady Who Sent Me a Laurel Crown |
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55 | (1) |
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On Receiving a Laurel Crown from Leigh Hunt |
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55 | (1) |
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To the Ladies Who Saw Me Crown'd |
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55 | (1) |
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56 | (1) |
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This pleasant tale is like a little copse |
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57 | (1) |
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57 | (1) |
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On Seeing the Elgin Marbles |
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58 | (1) |
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To Haydon with a Sonnet Written on Seeing the Elgin Marbles |
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58 | (1) |
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On a Leander Which Miss Reynolds, My Kind Friend, Gave Me |
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58 | (1) |
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59 | (1) |
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59 | (1) |
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60 | (1) |
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60 | (1) |
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You say you love; but with a voice |
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61 | (1) |
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Before he went to live with owls and bats |
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62 | (1) |
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62 | (1) |
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O grant that like to Peter I |
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63 | (1) |
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Think not of it, sweet one, so |
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63 | (1) |
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Endymion: A Poetic Romance |
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In drear nighted December |
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163 | (1) |
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163 | (1) |
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164 | (1) |
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Lines on Seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair |
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164 | (1) |
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On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again |
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165 | (1) |
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When I have fears that I may cease to be |
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166 | (1) |
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Lines on the Mermaid Tavern |
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166 | (1) |
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O blush not so! O blush not so |
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167 | (1) |
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Hence burgundy, charet, and port |
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168 | (1) |
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168 | (1) |
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169 | (2) |
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Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow |
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171 | (1) |
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Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb |
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172 | (1) |
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172 | (1) |
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Spenser, a Jealous honorer of thine |
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172 | (1) |
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Blue!---'Tis the life of heaven---the domain |
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173 | (1) |
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O thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind |
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173 | (1) |
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174 | (2) |
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Four seasons fill the measure of the year |
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176 | (1) |
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For there's Bishop's Teign |
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177 | (1) |
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Where be ye going, you Devon maid |
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178 | (1) |
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Over the hill and over the dale |
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179 | (1) |
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Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed |
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179 | (3) |
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182 | (2) |
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Isabella; or, The Pot of Basil |
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184 | (15) |
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Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia |
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199 | (1) |
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Give me your patience, sister, while I frame |
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199 | (1) |
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Sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes |
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200 | (1) |
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On Visiting the Tomb of Burns |
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200 | (1) |
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201 | (1) |
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202 | (3) |
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Ah! ken ye what I met the day |
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205 | (1) |
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206 | (1) |
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This mortal body of a thousand days |
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206 | (1) |
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All gentle folks who owe a grudge |
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207 | (1) |
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Of late two dainties were before me plac'd |
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208 | (1) |
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There is a joy in footing slow across a silent plain |
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209 | (1) |
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210 | (2) |
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Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud |
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212 | (1) |
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Upon my life, Sir Nevis, I am piqu'd |
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212 | (3) |
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On Some Skulls in Beauley Abbey, near Inverness |
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215 | (3) |
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Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies |
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218 | (1) |
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Fragment of Castle-builder |
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218 | (2) |
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And what is Love?---It is a doll dress'd up |
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220 | (1) |
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'Tis the ``witching time of night'' |
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221 | (1) |
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Where's the Poet? Show him! show him |
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222 | (1) |
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223 | (2) |
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Bards of passion and of mirth |
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225 | (1) |
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Spirit here that reignest |
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226 | (1) |
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I had a dove, and the sweet dove died |
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227 | (1) |
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Hush, hush, tread softly, hush, hush, my dear |
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227 | (1) |
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Ah! woe is me! poor Silver-wing |
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228 | (1) |
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229 | (11) |
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240 | (3) |
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Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell |
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243 | (1) |
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When they were come unto the Faery's court |
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243 | (2) |
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As Hermes once took to his feathers light |
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245 | (1) |
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246 | (1) |
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art |
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247 | (1) |
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248 | (22) |
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La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad |
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270 | (1) |
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Song of Four Fairies: Fire, Air, Earth, and Water |
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271 | (4) |
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275 | (1) |
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275 | (2) |
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On Fame (``Fame, like a wayward girl'') |
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277 | (1) |
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On Fame (``How fever'd is the man'') |
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278 | (1) |
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If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd |
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278 | (1) |
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278 | (1) |
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279 | (3) |
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282 | (1) |
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283 | (1) |
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284 | (2) |
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Shed no tear---O shed no tear |
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286 | (1) |
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Otho the Great: A Tragedy in Five Acts |
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287 | (55) |
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342 | (17) |
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Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes |
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359 | (1) |
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360 | (1) |
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The Fall of Hyperion: A Dream |
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361 | (13) |
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone |
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374 | (1) |
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I cry your mercy---pity---love!---aye, love |
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374 | (1) |
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What can I do to drive away |
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374 | (2) |
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376 | (2) |
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King Stephen: A Fragment of a Tragedy |
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378 | (6) |
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This living hand, now warm and capable |
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384 | (1) |
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The Jealousies: A Faery Tale, by Lucy Vaughan Lloyd of China Walk, Lambeth |
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384 | (24) |
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In after time a sage of mickle lore |
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408 | (3) |
Abbreviations |
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411 | (2) |
Selected Bibliography |
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413 | (4) |
Commentary |
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417 | (70) |
Appendix: The Contents of 1817 and 1820 |
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487 | (2) |
Index of Titles and First Lines |
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