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By children's births, and death, I am become
So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.
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Leto and Niobe
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Sappho
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Before they were mothers
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Licia Sonnets 46
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Giles Fletcher Sr
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Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
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T. S. Eliot
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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo...
(
Phillis Wheatley
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An Elegy On the Death of Thomas Bordley, Esq;
(
Benjamin Colman
)
A Fancy
(
Sir Edward Dyer
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Feast Of Victory
(
Friedrich von Schiller
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