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1891
Ivanhoe
‘She died –
this
was the way she died’
‘On such a night, or such a night’
‘Whose are the little beds, I asked’
‘Some, too fragile for winter winds’
‘An altered look about the hills’
‘Pigmy seraphs – gone astray’
‘I bring an unaccustomed wine’
‘Besides the Autumn poets sing’
‘Bring me sunset in a cup’
‘For each ecstatic instant’
‘In lands I never saw – they say’
‘Talk with prudence to a Beggar’
‘What Inn is this’
‘Surgeons must be very careful’
‘Will there really be a “Morning”?’
‘My nosegays are for Captives –’
‘Went up a year this evening!’
‘As by the dead we love to sit’
‘South Winds jostle them’
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