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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
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

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A sweet disorder in the dress

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A weary lot is thine, fair maid

A wet sheet and a flowing sea
Absence, hear thou this protestation
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah what avails the sceptred race
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon
All day I tell my rosary

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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd

All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
And are ye sure the news is true

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And is this- Yarrow? This the Stream
And thou art dead, as young and fair.

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Art thou pale for weariness

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers

As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay

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As slow our ship her foamy track

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As thro' the land at eve we went

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As we rush, as we rush in the train

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears 288
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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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
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

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Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms

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Care-charmer Sleep, son of the Sable Night

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Coldly, sadly descends

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Come away, come away, Death

Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me

Come into the garden, Maud

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Come little babe, come silly soul

Come live with me and be my Love

Come, Sleep! O Sleep! the certain knot of peace

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Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench..

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Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move
Down in yon garden sweet and gay
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Duncan Gray cam here to woo .

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Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky
Ever let the Fancy roam

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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

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Fear no more the heat o' the sun

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Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new

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From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
From Stirling Castle we had seen
Full fathom five thy father lies

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even

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Get up, get up, for shame! The blooming morn

Give her but a least excuse to love me

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Hail to thee, blithe Spirit

Happy those early days, when I

Hark! ah, the nightingale
He that loves a rosy cheek

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Happy the man, whose wish and care

Happy were he could finish forth his fate

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How do I love thee?

How graciously thou wear'st the yoke
How happy is he born and taught

How like a winter hath my absence been

He is gone on the mountain
Hence, all you vain delights
Hence, loathed Melancholy
Hence, vain deluding Joys

He sang of God, the mighty source

High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be

Let me count the ways

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How sleep the brave who sink to rest.
How sweet the answer Echo makes

How vainly men themselves amaze

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I do not love thee!no! I do not love thee

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

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

I have had playmates, I have had companions

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

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saw where in the shroud did lurk

strove with none, for none was worth my

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

I travell'd among unknown men

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

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In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland
In a drear-nighted December

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In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours

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In the deserted moon-blanch'd street

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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining

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It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of bird's cries

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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let's contend no more

Love in my bosom, like a bee

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son

Life! I know not what thou art

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Like to the clear in highest sphere.

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Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise

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Mary! I want a lyre with other strings
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine be a cot beside the hill.

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Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die

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