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Three years she grew in sun and shower (The
Education of Nature)

180
Two Voices are there, 'one'is of the sea (England
and Switzerland, 1862)

209
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue (The
Fountain)

304
We walk'd along, while bright and red (The Two
April Mornings)

303
When I have borne in memory what has taimed : 211
When Ruth was left half desolatë (Ruth)

283
Where art thou, my beloved Son (The Affliction
of Margaret)

239
Why art thou silent ? Is thy love a plant (To å
Distant Friend)

189
With little here to do or see (To the Daisy). 260
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye (Admoni-
tion to a Traveller)

252
WOTTON, SIR HENRY (1568–1639)'
How happy is he born or taught (Character' of a
Happy Life).

63
You meaner beauties of the night (Elizabeth of
Bohemia)

73
WYATT, SIR THOMAS (1503 ?-1542)

And wilt thou leave me thus (The Lover's Appeal) 21

Forget not yet the tried intent (A Supplication) : 14
UNKNOWN

Absence, hear thou my protestation (Present in

Absence)
As I was walking all alane (The Twa Corbies) 90
Down in yon garden sweet and gay (Willy
Drowned in Yarrow)

122
I wish I were where Helen lies (Fair Helen)
Love me not for comely grace

81
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit (The
Poetry of Dre88)

79
Over the mountains (The Great Adventurer)

70
O waly waly up the bank (The Forsaken Bride) 88
Wliile that the sun with his beams hot (The Un.
faithful Shepherdess)

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Absence, hear thou my protestation
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
Á flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
A good sword and a trusty hand
Ah, Chloris ! that I now could sit
Ah ! County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah what avails the sceptred race
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
All thoughts, all passions, all delights
And are ye sure the news is true
And is this—Yarrow 1-This the Stream
And thou art dead, as young and fair
And wilt thou leave me thus
Ariel to Miranda :Take
Art thou pale for weariness
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers
As it fell upon a day
As I was walking all alane
À slumber did my spirit seal
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay
As slow our ship her foamy track
As thro' the land at eve we went
A sweet disorder in the dress
As we rush, as we rush in the train
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
Avenge, O Lord ! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake
Awake, awake, my Lyre
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

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403
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171
154
266
199

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275
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21
90
181
399
220
362

78
464
256
199

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132

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342

A wanderer is man from his birth
‘A weary lot is thine, fair maid
A wet sheet and a flowing sea
A widow bird sate mourning for her love

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194
203
275

Bards of Passion and of Mirth
Beauty sat bathing by a spring
Behold her, single in the field .
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
beside the ungathered rice he lay
Best and brightest, come away
Bid me to live, and I will live
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Break, break, break
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art

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337
269

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104

26
360
197

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night
Coldly, sadly descends
Come away, come away, Death
Come, dear children, let us away
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height
Come hither, Evan Cameron
Come into the garden, Maud
Come live with me and be my Love
Come to me, 0 ye children
Crabbéd Age and Youth
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench

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32
62
22
435

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365
391
367

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340

5
31
67

Daughter of Jove, relentless power
Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord
Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly
Does the road wind up-hill all the way
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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377
209
242
278

Earl March look'd on his dying child
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Escape me
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind
Ethereal minstrel l pilgrim of the sky
Ever let the Fancy roam
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing
Fear death ?-to feel the fog in my throat
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
Forget not yet the tried intent
Four seasons fill the measure of the year
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
From Stirling Castle we had seen
Full fathom five thy father lies

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19
390

28
130

14
307

49
264
29

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even
Give her but a least excuse to love me
Go' fetch to me a pint o' wine
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill
Go, lovely Rose
Grow old along with me

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187
373
127
427

76
384

459
243
110

65

Had she come all the way for this
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit
Happy the man, whose wish and care
Happy those early days, when I
Hark! ah, the nightingale
He is gone on the mountain
Hence, all you vain delights
Hence, loathéd Melancholy
Hence, vain deluding Joys
Here, where the world is quiet
He that loves a rosy cheek
How delicious is the winning
How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways
How happy is he born or taught
How like a winter hath my absence been
How sleep the Brave who sink to rest
How sweet the answer Echo makes
How vainly men themselves amaze

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235
86
94
98
466

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184
336
63

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119
186
92

I am monarch of all I survey
I arise from dreams of thee
I come from haunts of coot and hern
I do not love thee 1-no ! I do not love thee
I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
I dug, beneath the cypress shade
If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
If doughty deeds my lady please
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden
If the red slayer think he slays
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
If thou survive my well-contented day
If to be absent were to be
If women could be fair, and yet not fond
I have had playmates, I have had companions
I heard a thousand blended notes
I know not that the men of old
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone
I met a traveller from an antique land
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
I remember, I remember
I saw where in the shroud did lurk
I strove with none, for none was worth my, strife
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
It is not Beauty I demand
It is not growing like a tree
It is the miller's daughter
I travell’d among unknown men
It was a lover and his lass
It was a summer evening
It was the calm and silent night
I've heard them lilting at the ewe-milking
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile
I wish I were where Helen lies

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Jenny kissed me when we met

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