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Absence, hear thou my protestation ..
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound. . . . . . . .
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by. . . . . . 269
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit...

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Ah ! County Guy, the hour is nigh. ..

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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd . . ..

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All thoughts, all passions, all delights

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And are ye sure the news is true
And is this-Yarrow?- This the Stream. .
And thou art dead, as young and fair

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And wilt thou leave me thus . . . .
Ariel to Miranda : Take . . . . . . . . .

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Art thou pale for weariness..

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Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers. . . . . 36
As it fell upon a day .
As I was walking all alane . . . . . . . . .
A slumber did my spirit seal. . . . . . . . . . .

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As slow our ship her foamy track . .

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A sweet disorder in the dress . .

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears. 251
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly .
Avenge, O Lord ! thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones . 49
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake . . . . . . . . . . .

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Awake, awake, my Lyre. .

e, my byre . . . . . . . . . . . . 82
A weary lot is thine, fair maid , . . .

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A wet sheet and a flowing sea . . . . . . . . .

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A widow bird sate mourning for her Love ..... 269

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Bards of Passion and of Mirth . . . . . . . .
Beauty sat bathing by a spring . . . . . . . .
Behold her, single in the field .
Being your slave, what should I do but tend . . .
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed . . . . .
Best and Brightest, come away . . . . . . . . .
Bid me to live, and I will live . . .
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy...
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art. ...
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air ...
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night. ...
Come away, come away, Death, ..
Come live with me and be my Love . . . . . . .
Crabbed Age and Youth .

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Cupid and my Campaspe play
Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench. ...

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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 harmi ..
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! 0 Time. . . . . . . . . . . .
Pack, clonds, away, and welcome day.
Phoebus, arise. .

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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. .

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. . . . . . .
Shall I, wasting in despair . . . . . . . . . . .

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She dwelt among the untrodden ways.

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She is not fair to outward view,

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She walks in beauty, like the night ........ 174

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She was a phantom of delight.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, ner boundless sea . .

3 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part . . . .

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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 . . . . . . . .

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Surprized by joy-impatient as the wind . . . . . .
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes . . . . . . .
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower. .

248 Sweet stream, that winds through yonder

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Take O take those lips away. . . . . . . . . . .

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Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense ..... 293
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind . . . . . . . .
Tell me where is Fancy bred . . . .
That time of year thou may'st in me bel
That which her slender waist confined
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day . . . .

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The forward youth that would appear. . . . . . .
The fountains mingle with the river..

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The glories of our blood and state . . . . . . . 59
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King...
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. . . . . . . .
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. . . .
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 218
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. .. 301
The sun is warm, the sky is clear. . . . . . . . .
The sun upon the lake is low . . . . . . . . . .

268 The twentieth year is well nigh past . . . . . . . .

161 The World is too much with us : late and soon . . . . The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man

37 They that have power to hurt, and will do none. . . . This is the month, and this the happy morn . . .

41 This Life, which seems so fair . . . . . . . . . .

36 Three years she grew in sun and shower . . . . . . . 177 Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream . . . . . . .

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Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright .... . . 84
Timely blossom, Infant fair.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry. ... . 39
Toll for the Brave . . . . . . . . . . . . .

121 To me, fair Friend, you never can be old . . . . . .

9 "Twas at the royal feast for Persia won . . . . .

102 'Twas on a lofty vase's side.

110 Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea . . . . . . . 206

Under the greenwood tree ...........
Verge, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying .......
Victorious men of earth, no more . . . . . . . .

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Waken, lords and ladies gay. .,
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
Whenag 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 I 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 . .
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 .

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

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January, 1805.