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My soul, there is a country
Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew

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Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died away.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
No victor that in battle spent

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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 how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
Oh, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease
Oh, lead me not in Pleasure's train
Oh to be in England
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
O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O melancholy bird !-A winter's day
Once a dream did weave a shade
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
Once, in the flight of ages past
On Linden, when the sun was low
O perfect Light, which shaid away
O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see
O Rose, who dares to name thee ?
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
O trifling toys that toss the brains
Our life is only death! time that ensu'th
Over the mountains
O waly, waly up the bank
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O Winter, wilt thou never, never go ?

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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

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Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast
River is time in water; as it came
Rose-cheeked Laura, come
Roses, their sharp spines being gone
Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart's desire

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Sad is our youth, for it is ever going
Say not, the struggle nought ayaileth
See how the orient dew
See how the small concentrate fiery force
See the chariot at hand here of Love
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green
She dwells by great Kenhawa's side
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
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

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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
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed
The flags of war like storm-birds fly
The forward youth that would appear
The glories of our blood and state
The good in graves as heavenly seed are sown
The Lady Mary Villiers lies
The lopped tree in time may grow again
The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall
The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime
The Muses' fairest light in no dark time
The night is come, like to the day
The night is late, the house is still
The Ocean at the bidding of the Moon .
The poetry of earth is never dead
The sun is warm, the sky is clear

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

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We count the broken lyres that rest
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped 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 .

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When first mine eyes did view and mark
When 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
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Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye banks and braes o bonnie Doon
Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
You meaner beauties of the night
You that do search for every purling spring

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