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A BALLAD. THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP
OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME
BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
ОH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT.
HYMN OF A VIRGIN OF DELPHI, AT THE TOMB OF HER MOTHER
THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS
GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET
FLY NOT YET.
"T IS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.
THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP
ON MUSIC.
WIND THY HORN, MY HUNTER BOY
ОH THE SHAMROCK!
OH! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR OWN
OH! DOUBT ME NOT
YOU REMEMBER ELLEN
AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW
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LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE MOHAWK RIVER
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So WARMLY WE MET
FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE!.
WRITTEN ON PASSING DEADMAN'S ISLAND
THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE
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ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES
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