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My days among the Dead are past

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains 279
My heart leaps up when I behold

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My heart's like a singing bird

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My Love in her attire doth shew her wit

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My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow

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My thoughts hold mortal strife

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My true-love hath my heart, and I have his

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Never love unless you can

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Never seek to tell thy love

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Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead :

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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

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Not, Celia, that I juster am

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Now the golden Morn aloft

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Now the last day of many days .

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O blithe new-comer! I have heard

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O Brignall banks are wild and fair

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O Friend! I know not which way I must look

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O happy shades! to me unblest

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O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm :

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O leave this barren spot to me

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O listen, listen, ladies gay.

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O lovers' eyes are sharp to see

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O Mary, at thy window be

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O Mary, go and call the cattle home

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O may I join the choir invisible.

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O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming

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O my Luve's like a red, red rose

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O never say that I was false of heart

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O saw ye bonnie Lesley

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O say what is that thing call'd Light

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O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South

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O talk not to me of a name great in story

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O Thou, by Nature taught

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O waly waly up the bank

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o what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 325
o World! O Life! O Time

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Oh, Death will never find us in the heart of the wood 428
Oh, to be in England, now that April's there

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Obscurest night involved the sky

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Of all the girls that are so smart

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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

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Of Nelson and the North

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Of Neptune's empire let us sing

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Of this fair volume which we World do name

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Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray

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Oft in the stilly night

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Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom

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Old Tubal Cain was a man of might

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On a day, alack the day

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On a Poet's lips I slept.

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Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee

241
On the Sabbath-day

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One more Unfortunate

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One word is too often profaned

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On Linden, when the sun was low

243
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower' 306
Out beyond the sunset, could I but find the way 430
Out of the night that covers me

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Over the mountains.

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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day

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Phoebus, arise,

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Pibroch of Donuil Dhu'
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth

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Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips 417
Proud Maisie is in the wood

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Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak : 350
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair.

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Ring out, wild bells, from the wild sky

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Rough Wind, that moanest loud

339
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King

140
Seamen three! what men be ye

350
Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness

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See with what simplicity

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

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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

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She was a Phantom of delight

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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 4
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part

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Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me

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Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile

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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright

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Souls of Poets dead and gone

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Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king . 1
Star that bringest home the bee

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Stern Daughter of the Voice of God

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Strew on her roses, roses:

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Surprized by joy — impatient as the wind

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Swallow, my sister, O sister Swallow

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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 Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory

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Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade

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Swiftly walk over the western wave

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Take, O take those lips away

29
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense

331
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean

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Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

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Tell me where is Fancy bred .

42
That time of year thou may'st in me behold

23
That which her slender waist confined

96
The blessed damozel leaned out.

409
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

172
The forward youth that would appear

65
The fountains mingle with the river

216
The glories of our blood and state

74
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King

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The lovely lass o' Inverness

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The man of life upright

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The merchant, to secure his treasure

155
The more we live, more brief appear

338
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth

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The old mayor climbed the belfry tower

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The poplars are fell’d; farewell to the shade

167
There be none of Beauty's daughters

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There is a flower, the lesser Celandine

253
There is a garden in her face
There is delight in singing, tho' none hear

349
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes

252
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass :

340
There was a time when

meadow, grove, and stream 341
The sea hath many thousand sands

33
The sun is warm, the sky is clear

256
The sun upon the lake is low

304
The splendour falls on castle walls

369
The twentieth year is well-nigh past

192
The world is too much with us; late and soon

330
They are all gone into the world of light.

109
The year's at the spring

375
They that have power to hurt, and will do none

26
This is a spray the Bird clung to

379
This is the month, and this the happy morn

56
This Life, which seems so fair

51
Though others may her brow adore

21
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white.

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Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness

331
Three years she grew in gun and shower

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Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream

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Timely blossom, Infant fair

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Tired with all these, for restful death i cry

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Toll for the Brave

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To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
To one who has been long in city pent
Turn back, you wanton flyer
'Twas at the royal

feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea
Under the greenwood tree
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying
Victorious men of earth, no more
Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee
Weep you no more, sad fountains
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
What can I give thee back, O liberal
What was he doing, the great God Pan
When all the world is young, lad
When as 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 I am dead, my dearest
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 I survey the bright.
When I think on the happy days
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 thou must home to shades of underground
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When we two parted
Where art thou, my beloved Son
Where lies the land to which the ship would go
Where shall the lover rest.

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Where the bee sucks, there suck I

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Where the remote Bermudas ride

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Where the thistle lifts a purple crown

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Whether on Ida's shady brow

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While that the sun with his beams hot

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Whoe'er she be

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Why
art thou silent? Is thy love a plant

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Why so pale and wan, fond lover

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Why weep ye by the tide, ladie

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With deep affection

352
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies 36
With little here to do or see

291
With sweetest milk and sugar first:

112
Ye banks and braes and streams around.

177
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

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Ye distant spires, ye antique towers

185
Ye Mariners of England

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Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye

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Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

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Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

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You meaner beauties of the night

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