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Nature, the gentlest mother |
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Nocturne |
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O Swallow, Swallow |
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On a poet’s lips I slept |
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Sabbath Morning at Sea |
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Sea Slumber Song |
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She sleeps on soft, last breaths |
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Sleep is supposed to be |
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St Ita’s Vision |
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The chariot |
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The Crucifixion |
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The Heavenly Banquet |
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The infinite shining heavens |
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The lads in their hundreds |
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The parable of the Old Man and the Young |
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The roadside fire |
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The Sailor-Boy |
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The Swimmer |
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The Vagabond |
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The world feels dusty |
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There came a wind like a bugle |
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Think no more, lad |
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What is more gentle then a wind in summer? |
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When I was one and twenty |
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When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see |
