Oh, blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers
Oh, river far flowing...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed...
Oh! weep for Moncontour! Oh! weep for the hour
O Mary, go and call the cattle home ....
Once, upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
One more unfortunate
One sweetly solemn thought
O pale with want and still despair.
One time I was allowed to steer..
One year among the angels, beloved, thou hast been
On parent knees, a naked new-born child
On the door you will not enter..
O Saviour, whose mercy, severe in its kindness..
O thou eternal One! whose presence bright
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered
O little feet! that such long years
O where shall we follow thee, Saviour beloved.
Our Lord is risen from the dead

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Palms of glory, raiment bright
Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin
Pleasant are Thy courts above..
Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
River, river ! little river !
Room, gentle flowers ! my child would pass to heaven.

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Saviour, when in dust to Thee.
See, before us in our journey broods a mist upon the ground
See, where the crest of the long promontory
Shall I fear, 0 earth, thy bosom..
She dwelt among the untrodden ways.
She stood breast-high amid the corn..
She walks in beauty like the night
She was a phantom of delight....
Side by side we are still, though a shadow
Sing them upon the sunny hills
Sleep, love, sleep ..
Slowly ravel, threads of doom..
Still thirteen years ! 'tis Autumn now
Strive: yet do I not promise
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright.
Sweet Empress of the Southern Sea
Swiftly walk over the western wave

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Tell me not in mournful numbers

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The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold..

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The banners of the world are each upon that wild blue wave,

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The breaking waves dashed high.....

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The bud is in the bough, and the leaf is in the bud

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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

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The dawn went up the sky..

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The day is done, and the darkness..

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The flags of war like storm-birds fly

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The grave, it is deep and soundless.

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The heath this night must be my bed

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The bour, the hour, the parting hour.

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The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!

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The lady she sits at her window....

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'The little gate was reached at last.

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The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know.

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The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year......

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Though the mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small. 234
There are no shadows where there is no sun.

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There is no flock, however well attended

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There sat an old man on a rock....

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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream.

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The scene was more beautifal far to my eye...

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The sea sings the song of the ages

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The shattered water plashes down the ledge.

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The spacious firmament on high...

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The splendor falls on castle walls.

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The time for toil has passed, and night has come

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The toil is very long, and I am tired ..

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The winds that once the Argo bore.

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They sat and combed their beautiful hair..

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This isle and bouse are mine, and I have vowed..

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This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling..
This is the ship of pearl which poets feign.

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This was the ruler of the land

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Thou art gone to the grave—but we will not deplore thee.

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Though the day of my destiny 's over...

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Thou still unravished bride of quietness !.

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'Tis time this heart should be unmoved..

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To bear, to nurse, to rear

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To claim the Arctic came the sun ......

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Two hands upon the breast.....

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Two seas amid the night.......

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Two voices are there-one is of the sea.

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Unhappy White! when life was in its spring.
Upon the white sea-sand...

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We are growing old-how the thought will rise
We count the broken lyres that rest..
We watched her breathing through the night
We will not weep: for God is standing by us..
What constitutes a State ?
What is death? 't is to be free.
What might it be that glance could paint?.
What raith the past to thee? Weep !...
What shall I do with all the days and hours ?
What then ? Why, then another pilgrim song
What was 't awakened first the untuned ear
When another life is added
Whene'er I recollect the happy time
When first I met thee, warm and young
When from the heart where Sorrow sits
When gathering clouds around I view..
When God at first made man
When I consider how my life is spent..
When Israel, of the Lord beloved..
When I was born
When marshaled on the nightly plain.
When on my ear your loss was knelled
When the British warrior queen...
When the hours of day are numbered.
When the morning, half in shadow..
When the radiant morn of creation broke.
When the uneasy waves of life subside...
While History's Muse the memorial was keeping:
Why should we faint and fear to live alone
Wild sparkling rage inflamed the Father's eyes.
Within the sober realms of leafless trees
Within this awful volume lies......
Without haste! without restl...
With what clear guile of gracious love enticed !

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