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- Along The Field As We Came By
- As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre
- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still; The Arms You Bear Are Brittle
- Bredon Hill
- Bring, In This Timeless Grave To Throw
- Carpenter’s Son, The
- Clunton And Clunbury
- Day Of Battle, The
- Diffugere Nives (Horace, Odes 4.7)
- Far In A Western Brookland
- Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree
- From Far, From Eve And Morning
- Hughley Steeple
- I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded
- If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
- If Truth In Hearts That Perish
- Immortal Part, The
- In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
- Into My Heart An Air That Kills
- Is My Team Ploughing
- Isle Of Portland, The
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- Lads In Their Hundreds To Ludlow Come In For The Fair, The
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