My soul, there is a country

Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew

Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died away

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

O blithe new-comer! I have heard

Obscurest night involved the sky

October's gold is dim-the forests rot

O dread was the time, and more dreadful the omen

Of all the thoughts of God that are

Of Nelson and the North

Oft in the stilly night

O Goddess, hear these tuneless numbers, wrung

Oh faint, delicious, spring-time violet

Oh welcome, bat and owlet gray

Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North

'O lady, thy lover is dead,' they cried

O little feet! that such long years

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being

O Winter, wilt thou never, never go?

Philosophy! the great and only heir
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Praised be Diana's fair and harmless light
Preserve thy sighs, unthrifty girl

Proud Maisie is in the wood

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
She walks in beauty, like the night

She was a queen of noble Nature's crowning
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part

Softly! she is lying.

So now my summer-task is ended, Mary
Stand still, and I will read to thee

Still young and fine! but what is still in view

Sweet Maiden, for so calm a life

Sweet order hath its draught of bliss

Sweet spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
The chief perfection of both sexes joined

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

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The twentieth year is well nigh past

The voice which I did more esteem

The waters are flashing

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall

The World and Death one day them cross-disguised

The world's a bubble, and the life of man

There's none should places have in Fame's high court
There were twa brothers at the scule
There were twa sisters lived in a bouir

They are all gone into the world of light
This Life, which seems so fair
This was the ruler of the land

Thou art returned, great light, to that blest hour
Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves
Though actors cannot much of learning boast.
Thou still unravished bride of quietness
Through the night, through the night
'Tis done-but yesterday a King!
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved.
Too true it is, my time of power was spent

To these, whom death again did wed

To yield to those I cannot but disdain
Triumphal arch that fill'st the sky

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'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
Two brothers freely cast their lot

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years

Vain world, what is in thee?

Victorious men of earth, no more

We count the broken lyres that rest
Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flower
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan
Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find

We saw and wooed each other's eyes

We watched her breathing through the night
What beckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade
What constitutes a State?

What Greece, when learning flourished, only knew
What is the existence of man's life

What is the world? tell, worldling, if thou know it
What voice did on my spirit fall

When Britain first at Heaven's command

When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never.

When first mine eyes did view and mark
When I behold thee, blameless Williamson
When in the woods I wander all alone

When Love with unconfined wings

When my mother died I was very young

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Where dost thou careless lie

Where, where are now the great reports

While that the sun with his beams hot

While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray
Whither, midst falling dew

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush