They Were Enthroned, in the Eventide, Upon a Couch - Head-Piece, Part II

She Nothing Said, But Pale and Meek, Arose and Knelt Before Him

Will Hicock Low

Checking His Love Trance, a Cup He Took Full Brimm'd

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He Met Within the Murmurous Vestibule, His Young Disciple

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Dedication (for Lamia)

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And in its Marriage Robe the Heavy Body Wound

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A Nymph, To Whom All Hoofed Satyrs Knelt Head-peice, Part 1

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And Shut the Chamber Up, Close, Hush'd and Still

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The Mourning of Pallas

Anne Louis Girodet-Trioson

As One Came Near with Curl'd Gray Beard, Sharp Eyes, and Smooth Bald Crown

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Hør min bøn før vi bliver gamle som Priamos og Hekuba

Lorenz Frølich

It Was the Custom Then to Bring Away the Bride From Home

Will Hicock Low

Hør min bøn før vi bliver gamle som Priamos og Hekuba

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