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She walks in beauty.
The harp the monarch ministrel swept.
If that high world.
The wild gazelle.
Oh ! Weep for those.
On Jordan’s banks.
Jephtha’s daughter.
Oh ! snatch’d away in beauty’s bloom.
My soul is dark.
I saw thee weep.
Thy days are done.
Saul.
Song of Saul before his last battle.
ʻAll is vanity, saith the preacher’
When coldness wraps this suffering clay.
Vision of Belshazzar.
Sun of the sleepless !
Were my bosom as false as thou deem’st it to be.
Herod’s lament for Mariamne
On the day of the destruction of Jérusalem by Titus.
By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept.
The destruction of Sennacherib.
A spirit pass’d before me.
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