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LORD BY RON.
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET.
Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom
My soul is dark
I saw thee weep
Thy days are done
Song of Saul before his last battle
"All is vanity, saith the preacher"
When coldness wraps this suffering clay
Vision of Belshazzar
Sun of the sleepless.
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be