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Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun
Afar in the desert I love to ride
A good sword and a trusty hand

Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn

A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store
Alas! how dismal is my tale

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Alas! the weary hours pass slow

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A little elbow leans upon your knee

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"All quiet along the Potomac," they say

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As one who, destined from his friends to part

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A supercilious nabob of the east

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Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight.

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Behold this ruin! "T is a skull

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Bury Béranger! Well for you

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Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride

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Come a little nearer, Doctor,-thank you !-let me
Come see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 't is at a
Come to me, darling, I 'm lonely without thee
"Corporal Green!" the orderly cried

Could I pass those lounging sentries

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Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main
Did you hear of the Widow Malone

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Happy the man who, void of cares and strife

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How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake

How little recks it where men lie

I am dying, Egypt, dying

I am far from my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles

I am old and blind

I asked an aged man, with hoary hairs

I can not eat but little meat

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I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old

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In Thee, thou Son of God, in Thee I rest

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In their ragged regimentals

I said to sorrow's awful storm

I sat with Doris, the shepherd maiden

It is not time that flies

It matters little where I was born

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I would not live alway, I ask not to stay

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Like as the damask rose you see
Likeness of heaven, agent of power
Lovely river, lovely river

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Love me little, love me long

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Love still has something of the sea

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Many a year is in its grave

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning

Methinks it is good to be here

Miss Flora McFlimsey, of Madison Square

Mournfully listening to the waves' strange talk

Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn

My dear and only love, I pray

My life is like the summer rose

My mind to me a kingdom is

My prime of youth is but a frost of care

Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew

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'Nay, wait me here-I'll not be long

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Nearer, my God, to thee

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Nigh to a grave that was newly made

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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

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On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billow

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O say can you see, by the dawn's early light

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O, the charge at Balaklava!

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