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| The Mathematics of Catullus |
37
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| Catullus to His Knockers |
38
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| Handing It to Cynthia |
39
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| The Beefing of S. Propertius, Esq. |
41
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| Indorsing a w. k. Emotion |
43
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| Propertius Confesses |
44
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| Roman Innuendo |
45
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| To Julia, on June 21 |
46
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| Martial’s Bit of a Joke |
47
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| A Ballade of Known and Unknown Matters |
48
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| The Translated Way |
50
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| The Height of Disagreeableness |
53
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| As to Eyes |
54
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| The Truth About the Spratts |
55
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| Campaign Thoughts |
57
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| Everybody’s Overdoing It |
59
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| Baseball’s Sad Lexicon |
62
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| To Myrtilla, on Opening Day |
63
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| A Ballplayer’s Day |
64
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| Ever See Her? |
65
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| A Ballad of Baseball Burdens |
66
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| John Jones, Clerk |
68
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| One More |
69
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| “And the Only Tune That He Could Play” |
70
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| Thorns, Rifts, Clouds, Flaws, Blemishes, Etc. |
71
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| “May Recover” |
73
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| As John Howard Payne Said |
74
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| For the Other 364 Days |
75
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