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A chieftain to the Highlands bound..

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A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun

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Affliction one day, as she harked to the roar.
Again, how can she but immortal be?

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Ah! don't be sorrowful, darling..

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A little river with its rock-laid banks.

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All thoughts, all passions, all desires

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And thou art dead, as young and fair

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And thou hast walked about (how strange a story)!

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And whence, then, came these goodly stones 'twas Israel's pride to raise! 361
And where is he? Not by the side..

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An empty sky, a world of heather

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An old man sat on a rock

214
A poor way-faring man of grief.

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As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean...

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As I look from the isle o'er its billows of green..

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As life's unending column pours

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As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay .

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As o'er the cold sepulchral stone

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A soldier of the legion lay dying in Algiers..

64
As to the distant moon..

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As yestermorn my years have flown away

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At midnight, in his guarded tent...

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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still

248
A yar uncalendared; for what.

426
B.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead..

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Behold this ruin ! 't is a skull..

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Between tbe dark and the daylight

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Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies.

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Bound upon the accursed tree

328
Break, break, break.

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Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!.

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Bright flag at yonder tapering mast!..

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Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of blisse.

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But who shall see the glorious day

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Careless seems the great avenger; history's pages but record.
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee

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Come from my First-ay, come
Come, gentle sleep, attend thy suppliant's prayer
* Come hither, thou beautiful rover.....
Come in the evening, or come in the morning
Come into the garden, Maud..
Come, take our boy, and we will go.
Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee..
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn
Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas .
“Courage,” he cried, and pointed toward the land.
Cyriack, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear

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D.

Daughter of Jove! relentless power.
Day of wrath! that day of mourning
Day of wrath! that day of burning
Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the East
Dear Lilian, all I wished is won.
Dies Ira! Dies Illa)
Do not crouch to-day, and worship..
Down, down, Ellen, my little one

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Give, as the morning that flows ont of heaven
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet...
“Give us a fong!” the soldiers cried
Γνώθι σεαυτόν ! And is this the prince.
God of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat
Go, forget me! why should sorrow
Go, leave me, priest; my soul would be
Go, lovely rose
Grand rough old Martin Luther.....

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Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove !
Hail to thee, blithe spirit !.
Half a league, half a league.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
Hear the sledges with the bells
He came--a beauteous vision !
He is gone on the mountain.
Here once my step was quickened
Her hands are cold, her face is white..
Iligh hopes that burn like stars sublime
Hope of those that have none other
How many now are dead to me
How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits..
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
How sleep the brave who sink to rest

I.
I am far from my hame, an' I'm weary often whiles
I arise from dreams of thee
I asked the heavens: What foe to God hath done.
I bring forth showers for the thirsting flowers
I cannot find thee! Still on restless pine
I cannot make him dead....
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be
I do not own an inch of land
If I had thought thou couldst have died.
I fill this cup to one made up...
If in the silence of this lonely eve...
If thou wert by my side, my love
I gazed down life's dim labyrinth.
I have ships that went to sea
I know not whence it rises
I know thou hast gone to the house of thy rest
I lay me down to sleep
I leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover
I love (and have some cause to love) the earth..
I mourn no more my vanished years.
In all the land, range up, range down.
In the silent midnight watches.
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow lands.
Into the silent land !
I read how, in Gethsemane
I saw her once—so freshly fair....
I saw him last on this terrace proud..
I saw him once before .:.
“Is it come !" they said on the border of the Nile
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he
I think that look of Christ might seem to say..
It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying....

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389
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Leaves have their time to fall
Life! we've been long together
Light, everlastingly one, dwell above with the One Everlasting.
Light rued false Ferdinand to leave a lovely maid forlorn..
Like a foundling in slumber, the summer-day lay..
Likeness of heaven....
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown
“Live while you live!" the epicure would say..
Lochiell Lochiel! beware of the day.
Look at me with thy large brown eyes

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M.

Maiden I with the meek brown eyes
Many a year is in its grave
Martha, thy maiden foot is still so light,
Maud Muller, on a summer's day
Methinks it is good to be here....
Morn on the waters !--and purple and bright
My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they've dropped into the well
My friend, thou sighest for thy golden prime..
My genial spirits fail
My love, my chosen-but not mine ! I send
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew

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Nigh to a grave that was newly made
No bird-song floated down the hill..
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note
Not as all other women are .......
Nothing resting in its own completeness.
Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are !......

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O'er wayward children wonldst thon hold firm rule...
Of all the myriad moods of mind .
Of all the thoughts of God that are
O for the peace which flows as a river
Oft, in the stilly night....

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