John Anderson my jo, John
Just for a handful of silver he left us

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Last night, among his fellow roughs .
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let's contend no more, Love
Let us begin and carry up this corpse
Life ! I know not what thou art
Life of Life! thy lips enkindle
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Love not me for comely grace
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours

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Many a green isle needs must be
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
Mine be a cot beside the hill
Mortality, behold and fear
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
Much have I travell'd in th realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die
My days among the Dead are past
My good blade carves the casques of men
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My heart is like a singing bird
My heart leaps up when I behold
My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
My thoughts hold mortal strife
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days
O blithe new-comer! I have heard .
O Brignall banks are wild and fair

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O Captain ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done 406
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes

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O fair and stately maid, whose eyes

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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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O Friend ! I know not which way I must look

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Of this fair volume which we World do name

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Oft in the stilly night

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Oh roses for the flush of youth

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Oh, to be in England now that April 's there

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Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the
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O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm .

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Old Tubal Cain was a man of might

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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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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

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One more Unfortunate

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O never say that I was false of heart
One word is too often profaned

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On Linden, when the sun was low

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On the Sabbath-day

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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 snatch'd away in beauty's bloom

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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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Others abide our question-Thou art free

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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd 276
Out of the night that covers me

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Over the mountains

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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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( wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being 295
O World ! O Life! O Time

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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day
Phoebus, arise
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Playing on the virginals
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips
Proud Maisie is in the wood
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak

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Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair

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Rarely, rarely, comest thou
Remember me when I am gone away
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river
• Ruin seize thee, ruthless King'

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Say not, the struggle naught availeth
Seamen three ! What men be ye
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Shall I, wasting in despair
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since noo mwore do zee your feace
Since there's

no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Somewhere beneath the sun
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king ,
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God
Strew on her roses, roses
Surprised by joy-impatient as the wind
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Swiftly walk over the western wave

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Take, o take those lips away
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense

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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean

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Tell me not, Sweet, am unkind

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Tell me where is Fancy bred

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That time of year thou may'st in me behold

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That which her slender waist confined

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The blessed damozel leaned out

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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day .

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The forward youth that would appear

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The fountains mingle with the river.

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The glories of our blood and state

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The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King

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The lovely lass o’ Inverness

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The merchant, to secure his treasure

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The more we live, more brief appear

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The mountain sheep are sweeter

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The murmur of the mourning ghost

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The old mayor climbed the belfry tower

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The poplars are feli'd ; farewell to the shade

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The primrwose in the sheäde do blow

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The rain set early in to-night .

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There be none of Beauty's daughters

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There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine

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There is a garden in her face

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There is delight in singing, tho' none hear

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There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes
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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 309
There were four of us about that bed

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The splendour falls on castle walls

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The sun is warm, the sky is clear

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The sun upon the lake is low

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The twentieth year is well-nigh past
The world is too much with us ; late and soon

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The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man

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The year 's at the spring

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They that have power to hurt, and will do none

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They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead 441
This is a spray the Bird clung to

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This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling

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This is the month, and this the happy morn

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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign

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This Life, which seems so fair .

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Three years she grew in sun and shower

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Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts .

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“Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream'
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright .
Timely blossom, Infant fair
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Toll for the Brave .
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
To my true king I offered free from stain
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

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Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying
Victorious men of earth, no more

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Waken, lords and ladies gay
We are the music-makers
We cannot kindle when we will
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie
Welcome, wild North-easter
Well I remember how you smiled
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
Whenas 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 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

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