Part 53

With restless cares they waste the night and day, ii. 322

With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth, i. 280

Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd ii. 323

You have consum'd my language, and my pen, ii. 109

You have oblig'd the patriarch: and 'tis known ii. 187

You minister to others' wounds a cure, ii. 291

You see what splendour through the spacious aisle, ii. 314

You that to wash your flesh and souls draw near, ii. 312

Youth, beauty, virtue, innocence ii. 102

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