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Pago.
As a Beam o'er the Face of the Waters may glow,
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Farewell! - but whenever you welcome the Hour,
......299
Oh! had we some bright little Isle of our own,
....303
Tho' the last Glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
.323
Oh, could we do with this World of ours,.
..329
Forget not the Field,....
.330
Come, chase that starting Tear away,
Who 'll buy my Love-Knots?.
Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods,..
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Lines written at the Cohos, or Falls of the Mohawk
LALLA ROOKH.