That I woke prison'd! But (the praise be His 1803.
[[33-4]]
I as beneath the covert of an oak
Have rais'd
1803.
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not] nor 1797, 1803, S. L. 1817, 1828, 1829.
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Rebuk'd each fault, and wept o'er all my woes.
Who counts the beatings of the lonely heart
1797, 1803.
Between [52-3] My eager eye glist'ning with memry's tear 1797.