These Times strike Monied Worldlings.
A remnant of uneasy light.
The Matron of Jedborough.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee
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Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
To the Cuckoo.
She was a phantom of delight