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

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Stern Daughter of the voice of God

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Surprized by joy-impatient as the wind

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Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes

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Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower

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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
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

There is a garden in her face.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away

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

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

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright

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Timely blossom, Infant fair

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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Toll for the Brave

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To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
"Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side

Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

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Under the greenwood tree

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

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
Whenas in silks my Julia goes

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When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first the fiery-mantled Sun

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When God at first made Man

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When he who adores thee has left but the name
When icicles hang by the wall

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When I consider how my light is spent

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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 the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
You meaner beauties of the night.

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R. Clay, Son, and Taylor, Printers

January, 1865.

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