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Wyat, Thomas (1502-1542).

A Supplication

The Lover's Appeal :
YEATS, William Butler (1865–

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

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ANONYMOUS.

Omnia Vincit
Colin
A Picture
A Song for Music
In Lacrimas
Love's Insight
An honest Autolycus
The Unfaithful Shepherdess
Advice to a Lover
A sweet Lullaby
A Dilemma
The Great Adventurer
Love in thy youth, fair Maid
Cherry Ripe
My Love in her attire
Love not me for comely grace
Forsaken
Fair Helen
The Twa Corbies
Willie Drowned in Yarrow
Absence

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A Chieftain to the Highlands bound

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A child's a plaything for an hour

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A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by

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A good sword and a trusty hand

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A slumber did my spirit seal

210
A sweet disorder in the dress

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A weary lot is thine, fair maid

225
A wet sheet and a flowing sea

235
Absence, hear thou this protestation

8
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit

86
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh

217
Ah what avails the sceptred race

349
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon

392
All day I tell my rosary

427
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

181
And is this — Yarrow? — This the Stream

297
And thou art dead, as young and fair

231
And wilt thou leave me thus.

26
Ariel to Miranda; — Take

288
Art thou pale for weariness

305
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers

50
As it fell upon a day

27
As I was walking all alane

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As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay

389
As slow our ship her foamy track

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As thro' the land at eve we went

369
As we rush, as we rush in the train

417
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears 1288
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly M230
Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones 64
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake

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Awake, awake, my Lyre

101
Awake! for morning in the bowl of night

EF:

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Bards of Passion and of Mirth

K. 197
Beauty sat bathing by a spring

AM 13
Behold her, single in the field

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Being your slave, what should I do but tend. 9
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed

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Best and brightest, come away

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Bid me to live, and I will live

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Blest pair of Sireng, pledges of Heaven's joy SA. 125
Blow, blow, thou winter wind

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Break, break, break .

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Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art 228
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren

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Calm was the day, and through the trembling air 45
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms

75
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night

28
Coldly, sadly descends
Come away, come away, Death :

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Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me

51
Come into the garden, Maud

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Come little babe, come silly soul

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Come live with me and be my Love

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Come, Sleep! O Sleep! the certain knot of peace 24
Come unto these yellow sands

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Crabbed Age and Youth

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Cupid and my Campaspé play'd

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Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench.mn: 80
Daughter of Jove, relentless power

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Daughter to that good Earl, once President

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Day

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Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy lord

283
Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move

54
Down in yon garden sweet and gay

147
Drink to me only with thine eyes

92
Duncan Gray cam here to woo

180
Earl March look'd on his dying child

228
Earth has not anything to show more fair

281
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind

240
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky

273
Ever let the Fancy roam

310
Fain would I change that note

6
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

111
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree.

110
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

25
Fear no more the heat o' the sun

40
Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new 22
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow .

30
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove

155
Forget not yet the tried intent

18
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year

339
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony

63
From Stirling Castle we had seen

295
Full fathom five thy father lies.

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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may

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Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even .

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Get up, get up, for shame! The blooming morn 93
Give her but a least excuse to love me

375
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine

152
Go, lovely Rose

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Grow old along with me

381
Hail thou most sacred venerable thing

128
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit .

274
Happy the man, whose wish and care

136
Happy those early days, when I

78
Happy were he could finish forth his fate

55
Hark! ah, the nightingale

402
He that loves a rosy cheek

90
He is gone on the mountain

264
Hence, all you vain delights

103
Hence, loathéd Melancholy

116
Hence, vain deluding Joys

120
He sang of God, the mighty source

164
High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be

9
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

356
How graciously thou wear'st the yoke

425
How happy is he born and taught .

76
How like a winter hath my absence been
How sleep the brave who sink to rest

144
How sweet the answer Echo makes

217
How vainly men themselves amaze

113
I am monarch of all I survey

190
I arise from dreams of Thee

205
I came to the doors of the House of Love

426
I cannot change, as others do

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come from haunts of coot and hern

367
I do not love thee!
- no! I do not love thee

357
I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way

307
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

208
I have had playmates, I have had companions

250
I have no name

165
I heard a thousand blended notes

312
I know not that the men of old .

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I meet thy pensive, moonlight face

211
I met a traveller from an antique land

282
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and
the sky

432
I remember, I remember

254
I saw Eternity the other night

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saw her in childhood.

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saw my lady weep

19
I saw where
in the shroud did lurk

268
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife 349
I thought once how Theocritus had sung

354
I travell'd among unknown men

208
I wander'd lonely as a cloud

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I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile
I wish I were where Helen lies
If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
If doughty deeds my lady please
If I had thought thou couldst have died
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
If Thou survive my well-contented day
If to be absent were to be
I'm wearing awa', Jean
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland
In a drear-nighted December
In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours
In the deserted moon-blanch'd street
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining
In the sweet shire of Cardigan
In this still place, remote from men
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
It is not growing like a tree
It is the miller's

daughter .
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of bird's cries
It was a dismal and a fearful night
It was a lover and his lass
It was a summer evening.
I've heard them lilting at our ew

ewe-milking
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree .
Jack and Joan, they think no ill
Jenny kissed me when we met
John Anderson my jo, John
Just for a handful of silver

he left us
Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let's contend no more :
Life! I know not what thou art
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Love in my bosom, like a bee
Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise
Love not me for comely grace
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours
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

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