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Now the joys of the road are chiefly these
Now the laborer's task is o'er
Now the lusty spring is seen ..
Now the rite is duly done.
Now the Widow McGee.
Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell
Q! a wonderful stream is the River Time..
O bear him where the rain can fall...
O blithe New-comer! I have heard..
O Brignall banks are wild and fair..
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
"O come and be my mate!" said the Eagle to the Hen..
O, Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay..
O, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day.
O for some honest lover's ghost.
O Friend! I know not which way I must look.
O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight.
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung.
O happy Sleep! thou bear'st upon thy breast.
O happy Thames that didst my Stella bear..
O have ye nae heard o' the fause Sakelde.
O, inexpressible as sweet.
O, it is great for our country to die, where ranks are contending.
O nightingale that on yon bloomy spray
O nightingale! thou surely art..
O, Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round
O rowan tree, O rowan tree, thou'lt aye be dear to me.
saw ye not fair Ines.
O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een.
say, can you see, by the dawn's early light.
O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise.
O sweet delight, O more than human bliss.
O sweet wild April...
O tell me, little children, have you seen her.
O that joy so soon should waste..
O that the chemist's magic art. . . .
O that the pines which crown yon steep.
O that those lips had language! Life has passed.
O that 'twere possible.
O the gallant fisher's life.
O the green things growing, the green things growing.
O the Raggedy man! He works fer Pa.
O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men.
O Thou unknown Almighty Cause..
O thou! whose fancies from afar are brought.
O Thou, whose glorious orbs on high....
O Time, who know'st a lenient hand to lay..
"O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son'
O white priest of Eternity, around. .
O white, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky.
O, whither sail you, Sir John Franklin.
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being.
O, you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west.
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Of all the rides since the birth of time.
Of all the girls that are so smart. .
Of all the merry little birds that live up in the tree.
Of all the ships upon the blue..
Of all the torments, all the cares.
Of all the thoughts of God that are.
Of all the wimming doubly blest..
Of Heaven and Hell I have no power to sing.
Of this fair volume which we World do name. .
Of worthy Captain Lovewell I purpose now to sing.
Oh, bless the law that veils the Future's face..
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade.
Oh, England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high.
Oh, for an hour when the day is breaking..
Oh for one hour of youthful joy..
Oh Galuppi, Baldassare, this is very sad to find.
Oh grieve not, ladies, if at night.
Oh, hark the pulses of the night.
Oh, hark to the brown thrush! hear how he sings.
Oh, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale.
Oh, loosen the snood that you wear, Janette..
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Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best.
"Oh! rise up, Willy Reilly, and come alone with me'
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story.
Oh! the days are gone, when Beauty bright..
Oh the grave and gloomy quiet at the closing of the day..
Oh, the littles that remain.
Oh, the Roman was a rogue.
Oh, the sweet contentment.
Oh! the wee green neuk! the sly green neuk.
Oh, there are those, a sordid clan...
"Oh, 'tis time I should talk to your mother".
Oh, to be in England..
Oh, to come home once more, when the dusk is falling.
Oh, were you ne'er a schoolboy..
Oh wha are sae happy as me an' my Moggy.
Oh, what a set of vagabundos..
"Oh, what hae ye brought us hame now, my brave lord
Oh, what know they of harbors.
Oh where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone.
Oh, where will be the birds that sing..
Oh, wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North.
Oh! who is that poor foreigner that lately came to town..
Oh, why left I my hame.
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud.
Oh, wilt thou have my hand, dear, to lie along in thine.
Old friend of mine, you were dear to my heart.
On parent knees, a naked new-born child.
On the eighth of March it was, some people say.
On the Sabbath-day..
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two..
On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood.
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee.
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Once on a time I used to dream.
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Once, when I was little, as the summer night was falling.
One by one the sands are flowing..
One cup for my self-hood..
One day, I mind me, now that she is dead
One day I wrote her name upon the strand.
One day, it thundered and lightened.
One day, mamma said, "Conrad dear'
One day, through the primeval wood.
One for her Club and her own Latch-key fights.
One honest John Tomkins, a hedger and ditcher.
One morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved.
One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is.
Only tell her that I love.
Only to find forever, blest.
Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout.
Or ever the knightly years were gone..
Orphan hours, the year is dead.
O'Ryan was a man of might..
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
Oui, l'œuvre sort plus belle..
Our band is few, but true and tried..
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered.
Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountains. .
Our doctor had called in another, I never had seen him before..
Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know.
"Our little babe," each said, "shall be".