Come, then, with all thy grave beatitudes. God.
"Come, poor child," say the Flowers.. Mrs. Gustafson. 907 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged. .Ferguson. 611 Come, Sleep, and with thy....... ..... Beaumont and Fletcher. 47 Come, Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace......Sidney. 17 Come, Sunshine, come! thee Nature calls.. Vincent. 542 Come, sweep the harp... ...... Mrs. J. G. Brooks. 568 ..Munby. 884 Macdonald, 798 Mrs. Hemans. 450 H. Ware, 459 W. G. Clark, 690 Moore. 349 Burbidge. 748 Landor. 329 ..J. Wesley. 173 ......Wither. 50 .......S. Johnson. 178 Ballantine. 642
Come to me, come to me, Come to the sunset tree..... Come, uncles and cousins.... Come, while the blossoms..
Come, ye disconsolate.......
Comes something down with even-tide. Comfort thee, O thou mourner. Commit thou all thy griefs... Companionship of the Muse.. Condemned to Hope's delusive mine.. Confide ye aye in Providence... Consider the lilies....
Could I but return..
Could then the babes from yon unsheltered Could this ill warld ha'e been contrived.. Could ye come back to me.... Couldst thou in calmness yield.
Courage, my soul! now learn to wield.
Cranmer, Sonnet on...... Creator Spirit, by whose aid..
Cromwell, our chief of men..
Miss Rossetti. 834 ..Joaquin Miller. 914 cot.....Russell. 267 ..Hogg. 553
.Mrs. Craik. 812 .Miss Coleridge. 325 ...... Marvell. 112 ..Sir A. de Vere. 393 .Dryden, 117 Milton. 99
"Crude, pompous, turgid," the reviewers said..
Cupid and my Campaspe played..
Cyriac, this three-years-day...
"Damon and Pythias," Scene from..
Damon, let a friend advise you.....
Darkness was deepening o'er the seas..
Darlings of the forest..
Dashing in big drops on the narrow pane.. Day-duty done, I've idled forth...
Day follows day; years perish..
Day, in melting purple dying..
Day is dying! Float, O song.. Day on the mountain....
Day-stars! that ope your eyes...
Days of my youth, ye have glided away.. Dear as thou wert, and justly dear... Dear child, whom sleep can hardly tame.. Dear friend, is all we see a dream?. Dear little hand that clasps my own.. Dear noble soul, wisely thy lot... Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop.. Dear Tom, my brave, free-hearted lad. Death, be not proud, though some.......... Death is a road..
Death of the Strong Man....
Death stands above me, whispering low.. Deathless principle, arise...
Deceiving world, that with alluring toys.. Deep calleth unto deep.......
Deep in the wave is a coral grove......... "Definitions," Couplets from.. Detached passages from the Plays.. Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly. Die down, O dismal day..... Distichs..
Do and suffer naught in vain.. Do I regret the past.... Do you know you have asked. Dost thou idly ask to hear...
Dost thou remember that autumnal day.. Down in my solitude under the snow.. Down on the Merrimac River. Dow's Flat. That's its name... Drink to me only with thine eyes.. Dulce it is and decorum......
Duncan Gray cam here to woo...
Each leaf upon the trees.......
...Fawcett. 930
Lilly. 40
.Milton. 100
..Banim. 505 ....D'Urfey. 156 Miss Pardoe, 620 ...Mrs. Cooke. 819
Burleigh. 705 Mrs. Preston. 837 .Hayne. 849 .Mrs. Brooks. 475 .Mrs. Cross. 771 .....Swain. 585 H. Smith. 354
Tucker, 238 Dale, 499
...Sterling. 619
. Bell. 609 ..L. Morris, 854 C. A. Dana. 756 Prior. 123 .Kenney. 529
Donne. 42 Hunt. 372
...Blair. 155
Landor. 329 Toplady, 224 .R. Greene, 19 ..Symonds. 911 ...Percival. 482 W. J. Linton. 703 .Shakspeare. 33 .Constable. 40 D. Gray, 889
Barten Holyday. 59 E. Elliott. 361 ..Southey. 323 Mrs. Browning. 670 ... Bryant. 467 Mrs. Whitman. 583 Miss Gould. 530 ..G. Lunt. 621 ...Harte. $77
Jonson. 45 Clough. 754
Each Orpheus must to the depths descend.... M. Fuller. 678 Earth has not anything to show more fair..... Wordsworth. 293 Earth holds no fairer, lovelier one than thou...... Percival. 482 Earth is but the frozen echo...... Earth, ocean, air, belovéd brotherhood.. Earth swoons, o'erwhelmed...... Earth with its dark and dreadful ills.
.Hageman. 932
Shelley. 433 ....Kimball. 858 ..A. Cary. 768
Young. 136 .N. P. Willis. 625
E'en silent night proclaims my soul immortal...... Elegance floats about thee like a dress... Enamored architect of airy rhyme.. Enjoy the present smiling hour... Epigrams from the German..... Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade.. Ere the last stack is housed...
Ere the morn the East has crimsoned. Eternal and omnipotent Unseen... Eternal Spirit! God of truth... Eternal spirit of the chainless mind. Even as a nurse..
Ever let the fancy roam.. "Evil, be thon my good "-in rage. Eyes that outsmiled the morn....
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean..............Ramsay. 139 Farewell, ye soft and sumptuous solitudes......... Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame... Father of all, in every age...
Father of earth and heaven, I call thy name...... Father, thy wonders do not singly stand... Fanstus, Death of........
Fear no more the heat o' the sun.. Few know of life's beginnings.. Fierce raged the combat.....
First at the dawn of lingering day.. First, find thou Truth, and then.. Fine humblebee! fine humblebee... Five years have passed; five summers. Flag of my country, in thy folds....
Flow gently, sweet Afton.... Flutes in the sunny air...
Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white. Fresh from the fountains of the wood.......................J. H. Bryant, 626 ................A. Smith. 835 Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear.................Keats. 492
God gives not kings the style of gods in God of the earth's extended plains.. God prosper long our noble King.... God save our gracious King... "God wills but ill," the doubter said.. Gone is gone, and dead is dead... Gone were but the winter cold... Good-bye, proud world..
Good-night? ah no, the hour is ill.. Good-night to thee, lady! though many. Going-the great round Sun...
Great God of Nations, and their Right.. Great is the folly of a feeble brain.
...B. Taylor. 807 Wolfe. 414 Mrs. Botta. 770 Mrs. Browning. 670 Miss Clemmer. 890 ... Waller. SS Tennyson, 681 Charlotte Smith. 235 C. Dibdin. 228 534
. Bowles, 265 R. Buchanan. 909 Mrs. Simpson. 700 .Byrom. 154 Holland. 766 vain...............James I. 38 W. B. O. Peabody. 525
Bennett. 772 Miss Doten. 829
. Cunningham. 367 .Emerson, 592 Shelley. 426 Praed. 576 .E. A. Jenks. $40 685 Donne. 41 ..Charles I. 86 .Lytton, 606
.Austin. 641 Halleck, 476 Mrs. Dorr. 809 Laighton, $27 ..B. Taylor. S07
Sheridan. 237 Miss Aird. 732 .Savage. 909 Logan, 234 Hopkinson. 295 Pollok. 517 528 ...Lytton. G07 ..Shelley. 423 Tennyson. 684 Mrs. McCord. 675
Happy the man who, void of cares and strife.....J. Philips. 131
Happy the man whose wish and care....
Happy those early days when I......
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings...Shakspeare. 9 Hark that sweet carol......
Hark the bell! it sounds midnight...
Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes.........Doddridge. 172 Hark! the night's slumberous air.... Hark to the measured march..
Hark to the shouting wind...
Harness me down with your iron bands. Harry, my little bluc-eyed boy. Has the old glory passed......
.... Reade, 610
Lytton, 606 ..H. Tarod, S Cutter,
W. H. Timrol 42
.......J. E. Cooke, 68
....Coleridge ..I. Watts. 130
Has thy pursuit of knowledge been confined..... McKnight. 599 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star.. Hast thou not seen, impatient boy... Haste! open the lattice, Giulia. Hath this world without me wronght.. Haven't you seen her.....
Have you not oft in the still wind. Having this day my horse..........
He had played for his lordship's levée. He is dead, the beautiful youth... He is gone-is dust..
He is gone, O my heart, he is gone.. He is gone on the mountain...
lle liveth long who liveth well.. He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower..
.Mrs. Preston, 87
....Darley, Sis „Sidney, 17 Dobwon, Longfellow, 69 ..Coleridge, as Mrs. Moulton, Sir Walter Scott. 24 ...Bonar.
..Mrs. Adams, 69 He spake, and drew the keen-edged sword.........Bran'. 466 He taught the cheerfulness that still is ours..... Blanchard S He that loves a rosy cheek..
...Care St He that of such a height hath built his mind....... Daniel 9 He was a man whom danger.. He was in logic a great critic.. He was one of many thousand... He who died at Azan sends.. He who loves best knows most.. Hear the sledges with the bells.. Hear what Highland Nora said.. Heard ye the arrow hurtle in the sky?. Heaven is not reached at a single bound...........Holland Hence, all you vain delights........ Beaumont and Fletcher. 4 Hence, loathéd Melancholy........ Hence, vain deluding joys... Her closing eyelids mock the light. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee.. Her form was as the Morning's.. Her suffering ended with the day.. Her thick hair is golden..... Here are old trees, tall oaks... Here from the brow of the hill I look.. Here goes Love! Now cut him clear. "Here I am!"-and the house rejoices. Here is a little golden tress.... Here's a bank with rich cowslips...... Here's to thee, my Scottish lassie... Here, take my likeness with you. Hie upon Hielands, and low upon Tay. High name of poet! sought in every age. High walls and huge...
His joyous neigh, like the clarion's strain. His stced was old, his armor worn... Historic mount! baptized in flame............ Home of the Percy's high-born race. Ho, sailor of the sea....
Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake... How are songs begot and bred... How are thy servants blest, O Lord. How aromatic evening grows..
How beautiful is Night...
How beautiful is the rain.
"I always see in dreams," she said.
I am a friar of orders gray..
I am dying, Egypt, dying...
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray..
I am not concerned to know..
I am not one who much or oft delight..
I am! yet what I am who cares..
I arise from dreams of thee..
I ask not that my bed of death.
I asked the heavens-what foe..
I bring fresh showers.....
I bring the simplest pledge of love..
I cannot make him dead..
I cannot-no......
I cannot tell you if the dead..
I cannot think the glorious world of mind..
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny.
I care not though it be.
I climbed the dark brow...
I dare not echo those who say.
I'd be a butterfly.......
I do not believe the sad story.
I envy not in any moods..
I feel a newer life in every gale...
I fill this cup to one made up...
I found beside a meadow-brooklet bright..
I hae seen great anes..
I hate that drum's discordant sound..
I have been sitting alone...
I have examined, and do find..
I have had playmates....
I have ships that went to sea...
I have told a maiden..
I hear it often in the dark....
I know, Justine, yon speak me fair..
I know my body's of so frail a kind.
.. Garrison. 615 .....Anster. 443 ..... Collins. 185 ..Mrs. Tighe. 318 Milton. 99 163 .... Grahame. 269 F. Tennyson. 616 Shakspeare. 32 ...Sterling. 620 ...Marvell. 113 .Cowper, 211 .....Keble. 436 Symonds. 912 Eastman. 739
Frothingham. 445 O'Keefe, 233 ..Lytle. 814
.... Rogers. 268 I. Watts. 130 Wordsworth. 294
Clare. 453 .Shelley. 426
Montgomery. 304 ..Shelley. 421 ...Holmes. 655
.Pierpont. 350 .Taylor. 567 .Laighton. 827
...Leighton, 786 Thomson, 169 Norris. 122 Sir Walter Scott. 300 ... Mrs. Mason. 788
Bayly. 502
Curry, 605
Tennyson. 685
Percival. 452 Pinkney, 572 McKnight. 901 Elizabeth Hamilton, 252 .....J. Scott. 205 .M. Collins. 817 .Katharine Phillips. 119 C. Lamb. 327 Coffin. $15 .Lucretia M. Davidson. 644 Gannett. 898 Saxe, 736 Davies. 46
D. Barker. 742 .Hervey. 602
I know thou art not that brown mountain-side...... Gilder. 924
I lang hae thought, my youthfa' friend....
I lay me down to sleep......
I lived with visions for my company.
I long have been puzzled to guess...
I look through tears on Beauty now..
I looked upon a plain of green..
Burns, 256 Mrs. Howland. 549 Mrs. Browning. 671 ...Saxe. 735
.R. H. Dana. 383 .Sterling. 620
I love (and have some cause to love).. I love it, I love it....
I love to look on a scene like this.. I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light.. I loved thee long and dearly..
I loved thee once, I'll love no more... I'll have no glittering gewgaws....... I'll rob the hyacinth and rose...
I'll tell you, friend, what sort of wife.. I'm bidden, little Mary...... I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary.. I'm wearin' awa, John...
I marked at morn the thirsty earth.... I met a man in Regent Street.. I must away to wooded hills....
Quarles. 58 .Miss Cook. 746 .N. P. Willis. 024 Anna Seward. 528 .P. P. Cooke. 736 Ayton. 35
.Tobin. 275
Dawes, 589 .Frisbie. 369
.... Mrs. Southey. 388
..Lady Dufferin. 671 ..Carolina Nairne. 271 Mrs. Sigourney. 418
I need not praise the sweetness of his song.. I ne'er could any lustre see.............
I never gave a lock of hair away..
I not believe that the great Architect... I once saw a poor fellow..
I own I like not Johnson's turgid style.. I pity from my soul unhappy men..
I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing.. I pray thee by thy mother's face....
I press my cheek against the window-pane. I remember, I remember.....
I remember, I remember....
I remember the time, thou roaring sea. I said to Sorrow's awful storm.
I sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden.. I saw from the beach....
I saw thee once-once only..
I say to thee, do thou repeat..
I scarcely grieve, O Nature..
I see thee still..
I see them on their winding way.
I shot an arrow into the air..
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel..
I sit beneath the apple-tree...
I sought for wisdom in the morning-time.
I sought Thee round about....
I sprang to the stirrup..
I stand upon the mountain's top.
.. Bayly. 502 G. Arnold. 859 .Lowell, 763 Sheridan. 237 Mrs. Browning. 671
.Sylvester. 23 Bowring. 440 Wolcot. 221
Roscommon. 120
...Peacock, 534 Brainard. 455
Mrs Preston. 837
......Hood. 510 .......Praed. 577 Mackay. 726
.M18. Stoddard. 387 ...Munby. 884 .Moore. 349 .Poe, 661
Trench. 640
Timrod. 829
Sprague. 416 ....Heber. 364 Longfellow. 630 Barlow. 246
Miss Phelps. 925
.Penney. 570 Heywood. 37 Browning. 709
E. Peabody. 623
I thank my God, because my hairs are gray....H. Coleridge, 497
I think we are too ready with complaint.... Mrs. Browning. 668 I've a proposal here from Mr. Murray.
I've heard them lilting..
I've often wished that I could write a book..... I've seen the smiling.
I've set my heart upon nothing, you see. I've wandered east, I've wandered west. I wait.....
I walked beside the evening sea..
I wandered by the brook-side.
I wandered lonely as a cloud..
I was a scholar: seven useful springs.
I watched the swans in that proud park. I weep for Adonais-he is dead.............
I will not praise the often flattered rose... I will sing as I shall please...
I wish I were where Helen lies. I won a noble fame.... I would be quiet, Lord..
I would not have believed it then.. I would not live alway...
If all our life were one broad glare. If all the world and Love were young.. If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song..
If by any device or knowledge...
Frere, 274 Miss Elliot. 193 Frere. 273
Mrs. Cockburn. 194
. Dwight. 718 Motherwell. 500 Miss Clemmer. 889 Curtis. 794 Milnes, 660 Wordsworth. 282
Marston. 41 Parsons. 760
Shelley. 427 Doubleday. 413 Wither. 51
86 Tilton. 864 .Mrs. Dorr. SOS Weeks. 898 Muhlenberg. 551
If thou must love me....
If thou shalt be in heart a child.
If thou wert by my side, my love.. If thy sad heart, pining for human love... If ye have precious truths that yet remain.. In all the land, range up, range down... In darker days and nights of storm.......... In eddying course when leaves began to fly. In full-blown dignity see Wolsey stand.. In him Demosthenes was heard again.......... In hope a king doth go to war...............
In man or woman, but far most in man..... "In Memoriam," Stanzas from............... In mids of June, that jolly, sweet seasonn.. In purple robes old Sliavnamon....
..Bourdillon. 938 160 Mrs. Browning. 671 . L. Morris. 853 Heber, 363 .Mrs. Whitman. 585 ....McKnight. 900 ..Buchanan. 908 T. Parker, 690 Brydges. 264
.Johnson. 179
.Cowper. 214 .Alison. 22 .Cowper. 210 .Tennyson. 685 Henryson. 5 .......Joyce. 882
In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay......... Dimond. 356
In spite of outward blemishes she shone..
In summer when the days were long.
In that desolate land and lone....
In the deepening shades of twilight..
In the greenest growth of the May-time.. In the hour of my distress..
In the molten-golden moonlight..
In the tempest of life.
In thee, O blesséd God, I hope..
In their ragged regimentals..
In these deep solitudes and awful cells.. In wanton sport my Doris..... In winter, when the rain rained cauld.. In yonder grave a Druid lies.....
Indolent indolent! yes, I am indolent.. Intent the conscious mountains stood.. Into a ward of the whitewashed walls.. "Ion," Talfourd's, Scene from.. Is it all vanity..
Is there, for honest poverty.
Is there then hope that thou..
Is this the stately Syracuse...
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child.
Is thy name Mary, maiden fair..
It came upon the midnight clear.
It chanceth once to every soul..
Longfellow. 630 Mrs. Thorpe. 935 .Swinburne. 872 ....Herrick. 55 ..R. Lytton. 845 ..Lawrence. 626 Blackie. 666
McMaster. 830 ..l'ope. 147 Merivale. 344 67 ...Collins. 189 Mrs. Cooke, 819 Mrs. Dodge. 903 Miss Lacoste. 915
.Lytton. 607 ...Burns. 258
Let us go, lassie, go......
Bryant. 465 Coleridge, 310 Mrs. Preston. 837 .......E. Bronté. 743 serve.........Sidney. 17 Macpherson. 222
It is not long since we with happy feet..
It is not to be thought of that the flood. It is the fairest sight......
It is the loveliest day that we have had
It is the midnight hour..
It is the soul that sees.
It lies around us like a cloud..
It's hame, and it's hame..
It's rare to see the morning breeze.
It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well..
It seems so lonely in the nest....
It singeth low in every heart....
It was a friar of orders gray.
It was a summer evening..
It was an eve of autumn's holiest mood.
It was an old distorted face....
It was merely the bud..............
84 Bethune, 610 .Jonson. 45 Miss Barr. 939 Wordsworth. 293 C. T. Turner. 649 ......Hunt. 371 ..J. Wilson. 375 Crabbe, 246 Mrs. Stowe. 706 Cunningham. 366 Ainslie. 442 ..Addison, 129 .Mrs. Tuttle. 892
Chadwick. 901 ...Percy. 202 .Southey. 320 Pollok. 517 .Mrs. Whitney. 795
Powers. 816
Life and the universe... Life answers "No!".
Life, believe, is not a dream..... Life! I know not what thon art.... Life is a sea; like ships we meet. Life is unutterably dear....... Life will be gone ere I have lived. Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul.. Lift your glad voices..
Stoddard, 803 • Dories 41 Simms, 615 Tannahill. 324
Life. 419 M. Collins. 817 Lytton, 607
.C. Bronte. 742 Mrs. Barbauld. 2. C. T. Brocks. 71
Miss Bates, 923 ..C. Bronte, 74" Montgomery, 34 H. Ware. 47 ....Anne Asker. : Wastel SL pebbled....Shakspeare, 31
Like as the arméd kuight.... Like as the damask rose you see.. Like as the waves make toward the Like to the falling of a star........ Lily, on liquid roses floating.. Lithe and listen, gentlemen. Little charm of placid mien. Little drops of water.... Little Gretchen, little Gretchen.. Little I ask my wants are few.. Little inmate, full of mirth.. Little store of wealth have I.... Live in that Whole..... "Live while you live," the epicure would say. Lo! o'er the earth
Love me, love, but breathe it low. Love mistress is of many minds. Love not, love not............. Love not me for comely grace.... Love thee, O thou, the world's.. Love within the lover's breast... Low hung the moon, the wind was still...... Miss Proctor. 838
.Tychborn. 84 M. Davidson. 646
..Gilder. 925
.Mrs. Mason. 78S ...... Read. 780 ...Croswell. 604 ..Byrom. 153
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his..........Sidney. 17 My untried muse shall no high tone assume.....Bloomfield. 271 My wee wife dwells in yonder cot...
Myself I found borne to a heavenly clime.. Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew...... White. 325
Nay, shrink not from the word farewell.. Nearer, my God, to thee......
..Barton. 369 ......Sarah F. Adams. 60S Needy knife-grinder, whither are you going...............Canning. 275 Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old... New being is from being ceased.......
Mrs. Hall. 580 ..Savage. 910
Night of the tomb! he has entered thy portal.....E. Sargent. 717 Night overtook me ere my race was run.. No actor ever greater heights (on Quin) No, I never till life...
No: I shall pass into the Morning Land. No monument of me remain..... Nor can I not believe but that hereby.. Nor fame I slight, nor for her favors call.. Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us.. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds.. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.... Not as it looks will be thy coming state.... Not far advanced was morning day.. Not here, in the populous town.... Not marble, nor the gilded monuments.. Not, my soul, what thou hast done. Not that her blooms are marked.. "Not to myself alone:
Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul.. Not what we would, but what we must.... Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep. Not yet-along the purpling sky.... Not yet, the flowers are in my path.. Now Autumn's fire burns slowly.. Now glory to the Lord of hosts.. Now, if to be an April-fool...
Now it belongs not to my care.....
Now Spring returns......
..Harris. 785 Churchill. 208 Bowles, 265
.M. Collins. 817 Habington. SS Wordsworth. 294
.Pope. 150 Dobell. 795 Couper. 210 Wolfe. 413 McKnight. 900
. Scott. 298 ..Bourdillon, 938 .Shakspeare. 30 ..Lombard. 852 T. Warton. 204 Partridge. 674 ..Southey. 322 Stoddard. 804
Good. 269 Mrs. Mason. 788 Miss Landon. 578 .Allingham. 825 Macaulay. 563 M. Collins, S17 ..Baxter. 106 ...Bruce, 231
Miss Proctor. 839
Now Summer finds her perfect prime.... Now stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height.....Darwin, 206 Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger.......Milton. 100 Now the noisy winds are still..
Now, trumpeter! for thy close.....
.Mrs. Dodge. 905 Whitman. 755
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room. Wordsworth. 291 Nurse of the Pilgrim sires, who sought..... Elliott. 361 Nymph of the rock................ Mrs. Charlotte Smith. 235
O bairn, when I am dead..
O beauteous Southland...
O blesséd morn, whose ruddy beam.
O blessing and delight....
O blithe new-comer! I have heard.. O brooding spirit....
O brother, who for us....
O clouds and winds and streams...
Buchanan, 907 .O'Reilly, 922
..... W. Wilson, 570 Hallam. 695 Wordsworth. 282
W. R. Hamilton, 613
T. Parker, GS9 .Mrs. Botta. 770
O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!..Longfellow, 634
O Domine Deus! speravi in te....
O dear Sky Farm..............
O fair bird, singing in the woods..
O friend! whose name is closely bound..
...E. Bronté, 743
E. Goodale. 941 Mary Stuart. 677
L. Morris. 854 Miss Bates. 923
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