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| While Europe's mad powers o'er creation are ranging (fl) |
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| When rolling orbs from chaos sprung (fl) |
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| Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd (fl) |
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| Is there a heart that never lov'd (fl) |
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| Living echo! bird of eve (fl) |
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| Twas on the morn of sweet May day (fl) |
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| If life, like a bubble, evaporates fast (fl) |
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| With my pipe in one hand, and my jug in the other (fl) |
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| Cobler liv'd in York, and a merry man was he (fl) |
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| And did you ne'er hear of an Irish hay-maker (fl) |
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| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
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| See the course throng'd with gazers, the sports are begun (fl) |
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| What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie (fl) |
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| O! whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad (fl) |
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| Oh! nothing in life can sadden us (fl) |
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| Tell me, babbling echo, why (fl) |
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| Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
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| Charming maid of Lodi, The (fl) |
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| My heart with love is beating (fl) |
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| Our cot was shelter'd in a wood (fl) |
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| Did you mark the proud tear drop that fell from that eye (fl) |
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| Oh! if thou wilt gang wi' me awa' (fl) |
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| Last night I sat me down and cried (fl) |
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| My Cecil's heart is full of love (fl) |
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| Like the gloom of night retiring (fl) |
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| Young Love flew to the Paphian bower (fl) |
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| Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder (fl) |
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| Sea was rough, the clouds were dark, The (fl) |
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| Oh, Liberty! thou that with eye darkly glowing (fl) |
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| When freedom first the triumph sung (fl) |
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| Come tell me, blue ey'd stranger (fl) |
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| Claudine liv'd contented, and peace crown'd her lot (fl) |
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| Gaily! gaily! gaily! (fl) |
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| How canst thou smile at my despair (fl) |
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| To sigh---yet feel no pain (fl) |
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| If thou art to be won by eyes (fl) |
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| King George the third once ax'd our foaks (fl) |
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| Peruvians awake to glory (fl) |
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| When the sheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame (fl) |
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| North breeze blew keenly, and deep was the gloom, The (fl) |
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