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I went back an old-time lane
I went out to the farthest meadow
I went to her who loveth me no more
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.
I will go back to the great sweet mother...
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
I will not break the tryst, my dear
I will not have the mad Clytie
I will paint her as I see her
I will reach far down in the pit of sorrow.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
I would not live alway-live alway below
"I would," says Fox, "a tax devise"
I write. He sits beside my chair
I wrote some lines once on a time
I wus mighty good-lookin' when I wus young
I'd "read" three hours. Both notes and text
If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stayed.
If I could shut the gate against my thoughts
If I had as much money as
If I had never known your face at all
If I had thought thou couldst have died.
"If I may trust your love," she cried
If I shall ever win the home in heaven.
If I should die to-night
"If I were dead," you'd sometimes say, Poor Child.
If I were told that I must die to-morrow.
If it be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai
If my face could only promise that its color would remain
If only in dreams may man be fully blest.
If spirits walk, love, when the night climbs slow.
If the quick spirits in your eye..
If the red slayer think he slays.
If the sudden tidings came
If there be graveyards in the heart
If they hint, O Musician, the piece that you played .
If thou dost bid thy friend farewell...
If thou hast squandered years to grave a gem.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
I'll tell you a story that's not in Tom Moore
I'll wake and watch this autumn night.
I'm a gay tra, la, la
I'm going softly all my years in wisdom if in pain
In a church which is furnished with mullion and gable.
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland
In far forests' leafy twilight, now is stealing gray dawn's shy light.. 1270
In form and feature, face and limb
In going to my naked bed, as one that would have slept.
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay
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In spring when branches of woodbine
In summer I am very glad.
In summer, when the grass is thick, if mother has the time
In sunny girlhood's vernal life
In tangled wreaths, in clustered gleaming stars
In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars .
In that new world toward which our feet are set
In the ancient town of Bruges
In the dark, in the dew
In the days of old .
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken
In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining
In the garden of death, where the singers whose names are deathless 3413
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower
In the hour of my distress..
In the light of the moon, by the side of the water.
In the lonesome latter years.
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown.
In the merry hay-time we raked side by side.
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands... 2526 In the wild autumn weather, when the rain was on the sea...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan,
Indeed this very love which is my boast.
Integer vitæ scelerisque purus.
Into these Loves, who but for Passion looks.
"Is it a sail?" she asked.
Is the noise of grief in the palace over the river.
It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
It fell about the Lammas tide.
It fell about the Martinmas.
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free.
It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day
It is an ancient Mariner...
It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying..
It is not Beauty I demand.
It is not growing like a tree.
It is not, Celia, in our power.
It is not raining rain for me.
It is not to be thought of that the flood..
It was a heavenly time of life.
It was a lordling's daughter, the fairest one of three..
It was a lover and his lass.
It was a merry time. ...
It was a summer evening..
It was a tall young oyster-man lived by the river-side.
It was Earl Haldan's daughter..
It was eight bells ringing..
It was intill a pleasant day..
It was many and many a year ago.
It was not like your great and gracious ways.
It was nothing but a rose I gave her.
It was six men of Indostan..
It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye
I've found my bonny babe a nest....
I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking.
I've never traveled for more'n a day.
I've oft been asked by prosing souls..
I've plucked the berry from the bush, the brown nut from the tree
I've wandered east, I've wandered west...
I've wandered to the village, Tom, I've sat beneath the tree...
Jim Bowker, he said, ef he'd had a fair show
John Brown of Ossawatomie spake on his dying day
John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer
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John Grumlie swore by the light o' the moon
Joy is the blossom, sorrow is the fruit..
Just a picture of Somebody's child.
Just as I am, without one plea
Just as I thought I was growing old
Just for a handful of silver he left us.
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Kaclyevo's slope still felt.
Kathleen Mavoureen! the gray dawn is breaking.
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King..
Kind are her answers..
King Charles, and who'll do him right now...
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport.
Kiss me softly and speak to me low.
Kiss me, though you make believe..
Kissing her hair, I sat against her feet..
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud.
Labor and love! there are no other laws..
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine.
Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine.
Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that child.
Let me enjoy the earth no less..
Let me not to the marriage of true minds.
Let my voice ring out and over the earth.
Let others sing of Knights and Paladines.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale..
Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke and rejoice.
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.