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248 .chieftain to the Highlands bound. .....

246 country life is sweet . . . . . .

. 31 I fox, in life's extreme decay. . . .

171 . fragment of a rainbow bright ........ I lion cub, of sordid mind ........

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276 Nightingale that all day long........ 1 parrot, from the Spanish main. .. perilous life, and sad as life may be ......

. 76 I widow bird sate mourning for her love .. I wonder stranger ne'er was known . . .

165 Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) ....

19 Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight. . . . . . . Among the dwellings framed by birds . . . . . . .

159 An ancient story I'll tell you anon ........ An old song made by an aged old pate. ... An outlandish knight came from the North lands Art thou the bird whom man loves best . . . . .

.. 9 As I a fare had lately past . . . . . . . . . .

169 As it fell upon a day . . . . . . . As in the sunshine of the morni . . . . . . .

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295 At dead of night, when mortals lose Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise .. 70

.. Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain....

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96 Beside the Moldau's rushing stream. . . . . . . . . .

35 Clear had the day been from the dawn. .... Close by the threshold of a door nail'd fast . . Come dear children, let us away.

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Come listen to me, you gallants so i
Come live with me and be my Love. . . . . . .
Corne unto these yellow sands . . . . . .

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Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare . . . .
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove...

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Faintly as tolls the evening chime..

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Fair daffodils, we weep to see . . . . . . . . . .
Full fathom five thy father lies ...........

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Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme. ....
Good-bye, good-bye to Suminer . . . . . . . . . .
Good people all, of every sort. ...........

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Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove ... · · · · · ·
Half a league, half a league . . . . . . .
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick
Happy insect! what can be
Her arms across her breast she laid . ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue ..
Ho, sailor of the sea . . . . . . . .
How beautiful is the rain ........

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I am monarch of all I survey .
I come from haunts of coot and hern. . . . .
I had a dove, and the sweet dove died .
I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy . . . .
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he . . . . . .
I wander'd by the brook-side . . . . . . .
If all the world was apple-pie .......
In ancient times, as story tells . . . . . . .
In distant countries have I been . . . . . . .
In her ear he whispers gaily .....
In the hollow tree in the grey old tower. .
Into the sunshine . . . . . . . .
It chanced upon a winter's day
It is an ancient Mariner . . . . . .
It is not growing like a tree .... .....
It was a summer evening .....
It was the schooner Hesperus .'. . . . . . . . . . .
I've watch'd you now a full half-hour .........

Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier , ..
Jenny Wren fell sick . . . . . . . . .
John Bull for pastime took a prance . . .
John Gilpin was a citizen . . . . . . .

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Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window. .

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Laid in my quiet bed in study as I were ........ 339
Little Ellie sits alone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 320
Little white Lily . . . . . . . . . . .
Lord Thomas he was a bold forester . . . . .

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Mary-Ann was alone with her baby in arms. .

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My banks they are furnished with bees . . . . . . . .
My heart leaps up when I behold . . . . . . . .

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Napoleon's banners at Boulogne . . . . . . .
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea . . . . .
Now ponder well, you parents dear. ....
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger ...
Now the hungry lion roars . . . . . . . . .
"Now, woman, why without your veil?' ...

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O Mary, go and call the cattle home ........
O listen, listen, ladies gay . . . . . . . . .
O say what is that thing called Light ....

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O sing unto my roundelay .......... . . 239
O then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you .. .. 261
O where have ye been, Lord Randal, my son ? ... . . 26
O where have you been, my long, long, love. ..

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O, young Lochinvar is come out of the West ..
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray. . . . . . . .
Oh, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer · · · · · · .. 116
Oh, to be in England . . . . . . . . . . .

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Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter. .

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Old stories tell how Hercules . . . . . . . . .

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On his morning rounds the master . . . . . .

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On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh. ...
Once on a time a rustic dame . . . . . . . . . . . . 147
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and

weary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 191
One day, it matters not to know. ..... 218
One morning (raw it was and wet) . . . . . . . . 186
Open the door, some pity to show .......... 49
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd . . . 182

Piping down the valleys wild . . . . . . . . . . . .
Proud Maisie is in the wood ............ 305
Remember us poor Mayers all. ........... 233

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See the Kitten on the wall . .
Seven daughters had Lord Archibald .

1 Loru Aranbull . . . . . . . .
Shepherds all, and maidens fair . . . . . . . . . . .
Sir John got him an ambling nag ....
Some will talk of bold Robin Hood. .
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king . . . .

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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold ...
The boy stood on the burning deck . . . . . . . . .
The cock is crowing . . . . . . .
The crafty Nix, more false than fair. .
The fox and the cat, as they travell’d one day ....
The gorse is yellow on the heath. . . . . . .
The greenhouse is my summer seat . . . . . . . . . .
The hollow winds begin to blow . . . . . . . . . .
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor. ....
The mountain and the squirrel . . . . . . . . . ..
The noon was shady, and soft airs . . . . . . . . . .
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded. .
The post-boy drove with fierce career.
The stately homes of England. . . . . . . . . . . .
The stream was as smooth as glass, we said, ' Arise and let's

away' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The summer and autumn had been so wet
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing ....
The Wildgrave winds his bugle horn .........
There came a ghost to Margaret's door. .
There came a man, making his hasty moan. . . . . .
There was a jovial beggar . . . . . . . . . . .
There was a little boy and a little girl . · · · · ·
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell . . . .
There was three kings into the East. · · · · · · ·
There were three jovial Welshmen.
There's that old hag Moll Brown, look, see, just past..
They glide upon their endless way ... · · · · · ·
They grew in beauty side by side .........
Three fishers went sailing away to the west . . . . . .
Three times, all in the dead of night .......
Thou that hast a daughter.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright. .
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall..
To sea ! to sea ! the calm is o'er . . .
Toll for the brave . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said. ........

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Inder the green hedges after the snow....
Inder the greenwood tree ...,
Inderneath an old oak tree .........
Jp the airy mountain ..........
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away ..

p! up! ye dames, ye lasses gay......
Upon a time a neighing steed . . . . . . . .

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When Arthur first in court began .....
When as King Henry ruled this land ....
When I remember'd again......
When I was still a boy and mother's pride ...
When icicles hang by the wall. .
When shall we three meet again ........
When the British warrior queen . . . . .,
Whither, ʼmidst falling dew ..
Who is yonder poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes .
Will you hear a Spanish lady. . . . . . . . .
With farmer Allan at the farm abode ....
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush....

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Ye mariners of England. ..

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Year after year unto her feet ............ 325
“You are old, Father William,' the young man cried . . . . 173
You beauteous ladies great and small ....

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You spotted snakes with double tongue ··· · · · · ·

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Young Henry was as brave a youth. ......... 183