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Absence, hear thou my protestation

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A Chieftain to the Highlands bound

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A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by

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A good sword and a trusty hand

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Ah, Chloris ! that I now could sit

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Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh

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Ah what avails the sceptred race

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Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon

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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'a

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All thoughts, all passions, all delights

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And are ye sure tho news is true

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And is this-Yarrow --This tho Stream

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And thou art dead, as young and fair

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And wilt thou leave me thus

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Ariel to Miranda:Take

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Art thou pale for weariness

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Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers

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As it fell upon a day

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As I was walking all alane

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A slumber did my spirit seal

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As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay

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As slow our ship her foamy track

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As thro' the land at eve we went

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A sweet disorder in the dress

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As we rush, as we rush in the train

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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 199
Avenge, O Lord ! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones 51
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake

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Awake, awake, my Lyre

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Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears

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& wanderer is man from hais 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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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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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, Omaid, from yonder mountain height
Come hither, Evan Cameron
Come into the garden, Maud
Come live with me and be my Love
Come to me, O ye children
Crabbéd Age and Youth
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench

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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

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Down in yon garden sweet and gay
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Duncan Gray cam here to woo

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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 ! pilgrim of the sky
Ever let the Fancy roam

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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 of 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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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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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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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 --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 coigu of the cliff between lovland 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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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

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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-bosomd 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 the realms of gold
Music, when soft voicos die
My days among the Dead are past
My good hlade 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

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Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West

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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

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O blithe new-comer! I have heard
O Brignall banks are wild and fair

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