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It is not Beauty I demand .
It is not growing like a tree
I travell’d among unknown men
It was a lover and his lass.
It was a summer evening
I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile
I wish I were where Helen lies

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John Anderson my jo, John

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Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Life! I know not what thou art
Life of Life ! Thy lips enkindle
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Love not me for comely grace
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours

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Many a green isle needs must be
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings
Milton ! thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine be a cot beside the hill
Mortality, behold and fear
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold .
Music, when soft voices die
My days among the Dead are past.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.
My heart leaps up when I behold
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
My thoughts hold mortal strife
My true love hath my heart, and I have his .

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days

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O blithe new-comer! I have heard
O Brignall banks are wild and fair
Of all the girls that are so smart
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of Nelson and the North .
O Friend ! I know not which way I must look
Of this fair volume which we World do name
Oft in the stilly night
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm
O listen, listen, ladies gay.
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see
O Mary, at thy window be.
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming .
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
On a day, alack the day
On a Poet's lips I slept ,
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
One more Unfortunate
O never say that I was false of heart
One word is too often profaned
On Linden, when the sun was low
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
O say what is that thing call'd Light
O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom
O talk not to me of a name great in story
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd
Over the mountains
O waly waly up the bank
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O World ! O Life! O Time! .

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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day.
Phoebus, arise
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Proud Maisie is in the wood

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Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair
Rarely, rarely, comest thou
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Shall I, wasting in despair.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Souls of Poets dead and gone.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the voice of God
Surprised by joy - impatient as the wind
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes .
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Swiftly walk over the western wave

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Take, O take those lips away.

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Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense

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Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

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Tell me where is Fancy bred

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That time of year thou may'st in me behold
That which her slender waist confined.

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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.

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The forward youth that would appear .

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The fountains mingle with the river
The glories of our blood and state

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The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King

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The lovely lass o' Inverness

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The merchant, to secure his treasure

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The more we live, more brief appear

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The poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade

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There be none of Beauty's daughters

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There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine

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There is a garden in her face .

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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 367
The sun is warm, the sky is clear

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The sun upon the lake is low

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The twentieth year is well nigh past
The World is too much with us ; late and soon
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
This is the month, and this the happy morn
This Life, which seems so fair
Three years she grew in sun and shower
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright .
Timely blossom, Infant fair
Tired with all these, for restful death cry
Toll for the Brave .
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old .
'T was at the royal feast for Persia won
'T was on a lofty vase's side
Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

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Under the greenwood tree .

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Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying.
Victorious men of earth, no more

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Waken, lords and ladies

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Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie
Were I as base as is the lowly plain
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue
We walk'd along, while bright and red
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night.
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first the fiery-mantled Sun
When God at first made Man.
When he who adores thee has left but the name
When icicles hang by the wall
When I consider how my light is spent
When I have borne in memory what has tamed
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When have seen by Time's fell hand defaced .
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When in the chronicle of wasted time .
When lovely woman stoops to folly .
When Love with unconfined wings .

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When maidens such as Hester die
When Music, heavenly maid, was young ·
When Ruth was left half desolate
When the lamp is shatter'd
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When we two parted .
Where art thou, my beloved Son.
Where shall the lover rest.
Where the remote Bermudas ride
While that the sun with his beams hot.
Whoe'er she be
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant.
Why, Damon, with the forward day
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie
With little here to do or see

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Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye Mariners of England
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
You meaner beauties of the night

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Cambridge : Printed by Welch, Bigelow, & Co.

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