Date: 1787
"Still crowding thoughts, a pensive train, / Rose in my soul"
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Date: 1788
"For me in vain is Nature drest, / While Joy's a stranger to my breast"
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Date: w. January 24, 1789
"Your dear idea reigns, and reigns alone; / Each thought intoxicated homage yields, / And riots wanton in forbidden fields."
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Date: 1789, 1800
"Some sort all our qualities each to its tribe, / And think Human Nature they truly describe"
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