- 03:311. On a poet's lips I slept
- 03:302. Below the thunders of the upper deep
- 02:133. Encintured with a twine of leaves
- 02:244. Midnight's bell goes ting, ting, ting, ting
- 03:035. But that night when on my bed I lay
- 04:386. She sleeps on soft, last breaths
- 03:017. What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
- 05:118. When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
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