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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
A spirit pass'd before me
Alas! the love of women! it is known
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses
Belshazzar! from the banquet turn
But thou, Clitumnus! in thy sweetest wave
Can tyrants but by tyrants conquer'd be
Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake
Dear Doctor, I have read your play
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth
Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my Glory
For Orford and for Waldegrave
Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs
Juan knew several languages-as well
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Lady! if for the cold and cloudy clime .
Maid of Athens, ere we part .
Many are poets who have never penn'd
My hair is grey, but not with years