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View now the winter storm! above, one cloud . Vital spark of heavenly flame! Waken, lords and ladies gay. War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight We have been friends together We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths We mind not how the sun in the midsky. We watch'd him, while the moonlight We were two daughters of one race Wedlock without love, some say Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie Weep no more, ner sigh, nor groan Well, then, I now do plainly see What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade What bright soft thing is this What constitutes a State? . What does little birdie say What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells What is the meaning of the song What is worth in anything What shall I do to be forever known What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath What stronger breast-plate than a heart untairited: What time the groves were clad in green . What was he doing, the great God Pan What! wilt thou throw thy stone of malice now What win I if I gain the thing I seek? When all the world is young, lad When Britain first, at Heaven's command When by a good man's grave I muse alone When by God's inward light, a happy child When chapman billies leave the street When coldness wraps this suffering clay When he who adores thee has left but the name When I am dead, my dearest When I consider how my light is spent When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat When I have fears that I may cease to be When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence When icicles hang by the wall When Israel of the Lord beloved When Learning's triumph o'er her barbarous foes When love with unconfined wings When music, heavenly maid, was young When o'er the hill the eastern star When seven larig vears have come and fed When the British warrior queen When the hounds of pring are on winter's traces When the lamp is shatter'd When the long-sounding curfew from afar When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye come hame When Time, or soon or late, shall bring When Time, who steals our years away When twilight steals along the ground When we two parted Whence is that knocking ? Where honor, or where conscience does not bind Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Where lies the land to which yon ship must go? Where the pools are bright and deep Where the quiet-colored end ofevening smiles Where, then, ah! where shall poverty reside Whether on Ida's shady brow Who can mistake great thoughts?
Walter Scott
314 Percy Bysshe Shelley
457 Mrs. Norton
50) Philip James Bailey.
500 Walter Savage Landor
354 Ebenezer Elliott
386 Alfred Tennyson
532 Sainuel Butler
103 Robert Burns.
242 Robert Burns.
2.43 John Fletcher
30 Abraham Cowley
09 Alexander Pope
137 Richard Crashaw
73 Sir William Jones
219 Alfred Tennyson
548 Felicia Hemans. Charles Mackay
55 Samuel Butler
103 Abraham Cowley
38 Alexander Pope .
14/ William Shakespeare
52 Michael Drayton Elizabeth Barrett Browning Augusta Webster
606 William Shakespeare
56 Charles Kingsley
572 James Thomson
153 Sanuel Rogers Jchn 'Vilson
389 Robert Burns
234 George Gordon, Lord Byron 431 Thomas Moore
307 Christina Georgina Rosseiti:
592 John Milton John Dryden
113 John Keats William Shakespeare
58 Matthew Arnold .
579 William Shakespeare
45 Walter Scott
315 Samuel Johnson
158 Richard Lovelace
70 William Collins
169 Robert Burns
246 James Hogg
261 William Cowper Algernon Charles Swinburne. 599 Percy Bysshe Shelley
445 James Beattie
216 Lady Anne Lindsay George Gordon, Lord Byron. 428 Thomas Moore
305 Henry Kirke White
393 George Gordon, Lord Byron. 433 William Shakespeare
39 Abraham Cowley
68 Arthur Hugh Clough
571 William Wordsworth
284 James Hogs
262 Robert Browning
553 Oliver Goldsmith William Blake
229 Philip James Bailey
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143 William Shakespeare Alice Meynell John Keble Robert Herrick
75 Thomas Moore
367 Andrew Lang
610 William Shakespeare
53 Lewis Morris
396 Sir John Suckling
71 Dante Gabriel Rossetti
589 William Shakespeare Alfred Tennyson
529 Francis Mahoney
504 Thomas Hood
487 Walter Scott
302 Geoffrey Chaucer William Wordsworth
265 William Wordsworth
280 William Wordsworth
277 George Gordon, Lord Byron. 426 Edmund Spenser
23 Richard Crashaw
73 Ben Jonson
Who first taught souls enslav'd and realms undone Who is Sylvia? what is she Who knows what days I answer for tn-day? Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind Why do ye weep, sweet babes! can tears Why does azure deck the sky? Why from the quict hollows of the hills Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile Why should we scek at all to gain Why so pale and wan, fond lover? * Why wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair? Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day With blackest moss tile flower-plots With deep affection and recollection With fingers weary and worn With fruitless labor, Clara bound With him there was his son, a Younge Squire With little here to do or see ** With sacritice before the rising morn Within the soul a faculty abides. Without a stone to mark the spot “ Woods, hills, and rivers, are now desolate Would'st see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile Wretched and foolish Jealousy Ye banks and braes and streams around Ye banks and bracs o' bonnie Doon Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true Ye holy tow'rs that shade the wave-worn steep Ye mariners of England Ye men of Gades, armed with brazen shields Ye Nymphs, if c'er your eyes were red Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! l'es! e'en in sleep the impressions all remain Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! Yet once more, () ye laurels, and once more " Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes Yon moored mackerel fleet You are old, Father William, the young man cried You may give over plough, boys You meaner beauties of the night You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride You that think love can convey.
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232 Robert Burns
231 Thomas Gray
176 Thomas Campbell
359 William Lisle Bowles
247 Thomas Campbell
300 Walter Savage Landor William Cowper
205 Alexander Pope
139 George Gordon, Lord Byron. 413 George Crabbe George Gordon, Lord Byron. 104. William Wordsworth. 267 John Milton
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