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CD 1
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1 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?
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3:04
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2 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: I Dream’d a Dream
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1:13
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3 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: Sometimes with One I Love
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2:29
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4 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: We Two Boys Together Clinging
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1:10
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5 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
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2:49
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6 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame
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1:46
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7 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: A Glimpse
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1:37
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8 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful
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2:42
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9 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: Trickle Drops
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2:11
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10 |
Leaves of Grass, op. 89B: The Base of All Metaphysics
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4:35
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11 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
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2:41
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12 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XXXI. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts
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2:11
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13 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old
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2:42
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14 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XXXII. If thou survive my well-contented day
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3:08
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: LIII. What is your substance whereof are you made
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2:45
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: LVII. Being your slave what should I do but tend
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2:58
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: LXXIII. That time of year thou may’st in me behold
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2:18
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XCVII. How like the winter hath my absence been
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2:49
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring
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2:01
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20 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: CII. My love is strengthen’d though more weak in seeming
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2:39
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21 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: VI. When in the chronicles of wasted time
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2:17
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: CIX. O never say that I was false of heart
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2:56
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: CXXVIII. How oft, when thou my music, music play’st
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2:20
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
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3:09
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XL. Take all my loves
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3:23
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Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: LXXI. No longer mourn for me when I am dead
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3:06
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27 |
Shakespeare Sonnets, op. 125: XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is too
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2:32
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