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... Rose , The Rose of Jericho , The Sabbath of the Soul , The Sailor's Wife , The Sea , The Sea - limits , The Seasons , . The Seed Growing Secretly , The Selfish , The September Gale , Emerson , . 214 O'Reilly , ⚫ 399 Faber , 216 ...
... Rose , The Rose of Jericho , The Sabbath of the Soul , The Sailor's Wife , The Sea , The Sea - limits , The Seasons , . The Seed Growing Secretly , The Selfish , The September Gale , Emerson , . 214 O'Reilly , ⚫ 399 Faber , 216 ...
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... Rose . • • To any Poet Unsung • • • • • Pursuit and Possession Rencontre The Ballad of Baby Bell The Faded Violet ALEXANDER , CECIL FRANCES . b . about 1830 , England . The Burial of Moses ALFORD , HENRY . b . London , 1810. d . 1871 ...
... Rose . • • To any Poet Unsung • • • • • Pursuit and Possession Rencontre The Ballad of Baby Bell The Faded Violet ALEXANDER , CECIL FRANCES . b . about 1830 , England . The Burial of Moses ALFORD , HENRY . b . London , 1810. d . 1871 ...
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... Rose Aylmer 328 LONGFELLOW , HENRY W. Rubies . 327 b . Portland , Me . , Feb. 27 , 1807 . The One White Hair 743 d . Cambridge , Mass . , March 24 , 1882 . Under the Lindens 743 A Day of Sunshine 345 LANIER , SIDNEY . Maiden and ...
... Rose Aylmer 328 LONGFELLOW , HENRY W. Rubies . 327 b . Portland , Me . , Feb. 27 , 1807 . The One White Hair 743 d . Cambridge , Mass . , March 24 , 1882 . Under the Lindens 743 A Day of Sunshine 345 LANIER , SIDNEY . Maiden and ...
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... Rose of Jericho SEWALL , HARRIET WINSLOW . b . Portland , Me . , June 30 , 1819 . Why thus Longing ?. 470 SHAKESPEARE , WILLIAM . b . Stratford - on - Avon , April 23 , 1564 . d . April 23 , 1616 . Constant Effort Necessary to Support ...
... Rose of Jericho SEWALL , HARRIET WINSLOW . b . Portland , Me . , June 30 , 1819 . Why thus Longing ?. 470 SHAKESPEARE , WILLIAM . b . Stratford - on - Avon , April 23 , 1564 . d . April 23 , 1616 . Constant Effort Necessary to Support ...
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... b . Coleshill . Eng . , March 3 , 1605 or 1606 . d . Beaconsfield , Eng . , Oct. 21 , 1687 . Old Age and Death On a Girdle The Rose • • • 628 628 628 WATTS , ISAAC . WHITTIER , JOHN GREENLEAF . b lviii INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES .
... b . Coleshill . Eng . , March 3 , 1605 or 1606 . d . Beaconsfield , Eng . , Oct. 21 , 1687 . Old Age and Death On a Girdle The Rose • • • 628 628 628 WATTS , ISAAC . WHITTIER , JOHN GREENLEAF . b lviii INDEX OF AUTHORS AND TITLES .
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