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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) 144
Above the pines the moon was slowly drift-

ing

A calm and lovely paradise

A chieftain, to the Highlands bound

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun..
A face that should content me wondrous
well

All powers of the sea and air

All the rivers run into the sea.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom
Alone I walk the morning street..

Along the ramparts which surround the

town.....

And I shall sleep; and on thy side

And is the swallow gone?..

And is there care in heaven? And is there

A floating, a floating...

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
Again, how can she but immortal be...

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A happy bit hame this auld world would be 184

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Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh...
Alas, 't is true, I have gone here and there

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A light is out in Italy

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All before us lies the way

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride. 56
252 By Nebo's lonely mountain..

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By the flow of the inland river............ 326

Although I enter not.

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A man there came, whence none could tell 217

Among so many, ean He care?

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And are ye sure the news is true?.

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As ships becalmed at eve, that lay.

A stillness crept about the house..

At daybreak in the fresh light, joyfully

A thousand years shall come and go
At noon, within the dusty town

A traveller through a dusty road strewed
acorns on the lea

At the close of the day, when the hamlet
is still.

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At the king's gate the subtle noon..

At the mid hour of night, when stars are
weeping, I fly..

At the spring of an arch in the great north

tower...

Awake, my soul, and with the sun.

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A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers 173
A song of a boat...

A Sower went forth to sow..

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A weary lot is thine, fair maid..
A wet sheet and a flowing sea

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Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Begone dull care..

Beneath an Indian palm a girl
Beneath the moonlight and the snow
Better trust all and be deceived
Blow, blow, thon winter wind
Blue gulf all around us....
Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen
Bonny Tibbie Inglis!

Break, break, break...

Bright image of the early years

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Day-stars that ope your eyes with morn,
to twinkle.

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Dear friend of old, whom memory links.... 319
Dear Friend! whose presence in the house 246
Dear is my little native vale..
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Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and

stars....

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Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her..
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Down below, the wild November whist-
ling

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Drawn out, like lingering bees, to share..
Earl Gawain wooed the Lady Barbara..
46 Earth with its dark and dreadful ills..

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Give! as the morning that flows out of
heaven...

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.
"Give us a song! the soldiers cried.
Go, call for the mourners, and raise the
lament

30 How many days with mute adieu..
How near to good is what is fair!.

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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of
youth

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How sweet it was to breathe that cooler
air

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48 How sweet it were, if without feeble fright 144
146 How sweet the harmonies of afternoon! 340
176 How vainly men themselves amaze

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Had I a heart for falsehood framed

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! ....
Hail to thee, blithe spirit..

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning

star....

Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss
shay.....

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill..
Hear the sledges with the bells.

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I am content, I do not care.

I am old and blind!

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I climb the hill: from end to end.

I, country-born an' bred, know where to
find

I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How beautiful it was, that one bright day.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of
my childhood..

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Howe'er the wheels of Time go round..... 262
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean..
How happy is he born and taught

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If love were what the rose is.

I found a fellow-worker when I deemed I
toiled alone....

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If stores of dry and learned lore we gain
If thou wert by my side, my love

God makes sech nights, all white an' still. 225

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If with light head ereet I sing

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God moves in a mysterious way.
God of the earth's extended plains!
God sets some souls in shade, alone.

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I have been out to-day in field and wood.. 256
I have fancied sometimes, the old Bethel-
bent beam...

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Go forth in life, O friend! not seeking love
Go, soul, the body's guest..
Grandmother's mother; her age, I guess..
Grow old along with me!....

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219 ions..
204, I hear it often in the dark

I knew a Princess: she was old.
79 I know not how to comfort thee
75 I know not if or dark or bright

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I know not that the men of old

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282 I'm wearin' awa', Jean...

Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups !...
He is gone on the mountain

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He kept his honesty and truth
He meets, by heavenly chance express....
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow.
Her hands are cold; her face is white... 223
He said, "O brother, where's the use of
climbing?"

He's gane, he 's gane! he 's frae us torn..
He sleeps not here; in hope and prayer.
He's now upon the spectre's back......
He that loves a rosy cheek..

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He that of such a height hath built his mind 14
He who died at Azan sends....
Hie upon Hielands....
High hopes that burned like stars sublime 212
High walls and huge the body may confine 168
His echoing axe the settler swung
234
Hither thou com'st. The busy wind all
night..

I'm sitting on the stile, Mary

In the summer twilight.

In this sad hour, so still, so late
Into a city street

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186 In winter, when the rain rained cauld.
25 I plucked the harebells as I went...

I said to Sorrow's awful storm..

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I never loved ambitiously to climb..
In lowly dale, fast by a river's side
In suminer, when the days were long..
In the still air the music lies unheard.

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I know not what shall befall me..
I like a church, I like a cowl..

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I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone. 137
I loved to hear the war-horn ery

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I love to wander through the woodlands
hoary

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In Athens, when all learning centred there 326
In a valley, centuries ago.

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I saw a man, by some accounted wise..
I saw two clouds at morning

I say to thee, do thou repeat..

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I sought thee round about, O thou my God 26
there a whim-inspiréd fool..

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Is this a fast, to keep..

It chanceth once to every soul..

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It fell about the Martinmas

It fell about the Martinmas time.

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I thought of thee, my partner and my guide 103
is a place where poets crowned may feel
the heart's decaying..

is done!.

is not growing like a tree.

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It lies around us like a cloud
It stands in a sunny meadow
It was a friar of orders gray
It was the winter wild..

I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking
I've wandered east, I've wandered west ..
I wandered by the brookside

I wandered lonely as a cloud

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I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile! 101

I worship thee, sweet Will of God!

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I would be ready, Lord

I would have gone; God bade me stay ....
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay.

Jesus, lover of my soul..

John Davidson and Tib his wife
Judge not; the workings of his brain
Just for a handful of silver he left us......
Just where the Treasury's marble front...

Life may be given in many ways.

Like some vision olden..

Laid in my quiet bed...

Late to our town there came a maid
Launch thy bark, mariner!.

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Lest men suspect your tale untrue..
Let me not to the marriage of true minds..
Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy 160
Let us go, lassie, go...

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Life! I know not what thou art

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Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!.
Mine be a cot beside the hill..

Like to the falling of a star...

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Listen, my children, and you shall hear ... 207
Little thinks, in the field, you red-cloaked

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming
of the Lord..

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Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains.. 126
More than the soul of ancient song is given 263
My child is lying on my knees
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My days among the dead are passed
.... 117
My dear and only love, I pray.
My hawk is tired of percli and hood
My life is like the summer rose
My mind to me a kingdom is
My sins and follies, Lord! by thee.
Mysterious night! when our first parent
knew...

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No stir in the air, no stir in the sea......
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. 152
No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do
change..

Not in the world of light

Not often to the parting soul.

Not ours the vows of such as plight.
Not yet, the flowers are in my path.

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O Artist, range not over-wide.

O, ask not, hope thou not, too much.
O blithe new-comer! I have heard.

O blushing flowers of Krumley!

| O fair and stately maid, whose eyes.

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

Of all amusements for the mind.

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Of all the thoughts of God that are..
Oft has it been my lot to mark..

Of them who, rapt in earth so cold
Of this fair volume which we World do
name...

O happiness! our being's end and aim !....
O happy, happy maid

O, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the
gale.

O, I hae come from far away...

O, it is hard to work for God

O Lady, leave thy silken thread

O, Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle
wa'.

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O Land, of every land the best..

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O lassie avont the hill!.

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Old Tubal Cain was a man of might.

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O Love Divine, of all that is

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O lull me, lull me, charming air..

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O Mary, at thy window be !.

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O Mary, go and call the cattle home.
O may I join the choir invisible..
Once, in the flight of ages past..

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Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands.... 189
39 One day, nigh weary of the irksome way.. 8
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One day to Helbeck I had strolled ..
One sweetly welcome thought
312. One word is too often profaned..
On thy fair bosom, silver lake

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Open the temple-gates unto my love...
O'Saviour! whose merey, severe in its kind-

ness.....

O, sing unto my roundelay!

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O stream descending to the sea.

320 O, sweet and fair! O, rich and rare!

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O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear!
O, timely happy, timely wise

O unseen Spirit! now a calm divine
Our Mary liket weel to stray

Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass..
Out upon the unknown deep.

Over hill, over dale

Over the mountains.

Over the mountain wave, see where they

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come..

Over the river they beckon to me

O, waly, waly up the bank..

O, weel may the boatie row..

O, what will a' the lads do

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Nearer, my God, to thee..
Never, surely, was holier man

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Next to these ladies, but in naught allied.
Night seems troubled and scarce asleep
No abbey's gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops 235
No longer spread the sail!

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No mistress of the hidden skill

153 Pack clouds away, and welcome day.

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O that those lips had language! Life has
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O thou, great Friend to all the sons of men 239

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C,why should the spirit of mortal be proud? 149
O yet we trust that somehow good... 197
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the

west

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Pause not to dream of the future before us 175
Pipe, little minstrels of the waning year...
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire.
Put the broidery-frame away..

Queen, and huntress, chaste and fair......
Quiet from God! It cometh not to still

Remember us poor Mayers all!
Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath
bells!..

Saith the white owl to the martin folk
See, from this counterfeit of him...
Send down thy winged angel, God!
Serene, I fold iny hands and wait..
Shall I tell you whom I love?...
She doth tell me where to borrow.
"She is dead! they said to him. Come

St. Agnes' Eve, -- ah, bitter chill it was!..
Steer hither, steer your winged pines....
Stern daughter of the voice of God!
Still sits the school-house by the road
Still to be neat, still to be drest...
Strike the loved harp; let the prelude be..
Success had made him more than king....
Sure, to the mansions of the blest

Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweetest of all childlike dreams
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!.
Sweet-scented flower! who 'rt wont to

bloom

Sweet-voiced Hope, thy fine discourse
...
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at even-
ing's close.
Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you
been?...

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind..........
Ten years! and to my waking eye

That house's form within was rude and

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She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie ..
She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh...
She stood alone amidst the April fields.... 291
She stood breast high amid the corn......
She stood in the harvest-field at noon.
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight.
She wearies with an ill unknown.
Silent nymph, with curious eye!.
Sitting all day in a silver mist
Slave of the dark and dirty mine!.
Slayer of winter, art thou here again?.
Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Slowly, by God's hand unfurled....
Snow was glistening on the mountains, but
the air was that of June...

So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blow-
ing

Spring, with that nameless pathos in the

air

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That regal soul I reverence, in whose eyes.
That time of year thou mayst in me be-
hold..

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252, The night was made for cooling shade.
54 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower
327 The perfect sight of duty; thought which
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The pilgrim and stranger, who, through the
day.

The rain has ceased, and in my room.
The rain is o'er. How dense and bright
There are gains for all our losses..
There are in this loud stunning tide..
There is a land of pure delight....
There is no flock, however watched and
tended

There the most dainty paradise on ground.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and
stream ...

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There is not in this wide world a valley so
sweet...

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There was once a gentle time,

The rich man's son inherits lands.
The salt wind blows upon my cheek.
The sea is calling, calling.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er
These, as they change, Almighty Father,
these.

These withered hands are weak.
The shadows lay along Broadway
The sky is thick upon the sea...
The solemn wood had spread..

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The sparrow sits and sings, and sings
The splendor falls on castle walls
The sun is warm, the sky is clear.

The thoughts are strange that crowd into
my brain...

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30 The time so tranquil is and clear..
265 The tree of deepest root is found....

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The weather-leech of the topsail shivers
9. The western waves of ebbing day..
The wild November comes at last..
The wind ahead, the billows high.
17 The winds that once the Argo bore..
The wind was whispering to the vines.
The word of the Lord by night.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on
the fold..
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The bard has sung, God never formed a
soul.
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The birds, when winter shades the sky.... 165 They are all gone into the world of light.. 33

The world is too much with us; late and
soon......

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They gave the whole long day to idle
laughter....

303

They sat and combed their beautiful hair.. 292
They that have power to hurt and will do

none..

Thine eyes still shone for me, though far..
Think he not unkind and rude..
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets fain
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire...
This only grant me, that my means may lie
Thou art, O God! the life and light..
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew
Thou Grace Divine, encircling all.
Thought is deeper than all speech
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie ..
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray....
Thou singest by the gleaming isles.
Thou, who didst stoop below..

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Three fishers went sailing out into the west 249
Three Poets, in three distant ages born ... 46
Threescore o' nobles rade up the king's ha' 78
Three years she grew in sun and shower. 100
Thrice happy she that is so well assured...
Thy banks were bonnie, Yarrow stream...
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
Till the slow daylight pale...
"T is a story told by Kalidasa.

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'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock 110
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

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To him who in the love of Nature holds... 187
Toll for the brave !..

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Too late I stayed, forgive the crime

Touch us gently, Time!

"T was when the wan leaf frae the birk-
tree was fa'in ....

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Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee. 185
Two dark-eyed maids, at shut of day......... 190
Two wandering angels, Sleep and Death... 232
Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we
strain.......

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Under the greenwood-tree..

Unto the glory of thy Holy Name.
Up on the breezy headland the fisherman's
grave they made..

Upon the white sea-sand

Venemous thorns that are so sharp and keen

Walking thus towards a pleasant grove....
Was it the chime of a tiny bell..

We are all here...

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What! our petitions spurned! The prayer 158
What was he doing, the great god Pan 193
When all is done and said.

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When coldness wraps this suffering clay 126
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought
When Freedom from her mountain height. 156
When God at first made man

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We count the broken lyres that rest
We left the city, street and square...

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We knew it would rain, for all the torn... 283
What ails this heart o' mine?
What is it fades and flickers in the fire.... 275

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When I consider how my light is spent ...
When I have said my quiet say....

When in disgrace with fortune and men's
eyes.

When Israel, of the Lord beloved.
When love with unconfinéd wings.
When maidens such as Hester die
When marshalled on the nightly plain.
When on my ear your loss was knelled..
When the grass shall cover me..

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the
kye come hame

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Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams..
Ye banks and braes and streams around...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Ye say they all have passed away.....
Yes, faith is a goodly anchor..

You knew, who knew not Astrophel?.
You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's
bier....

You meaner beauties of the night.
You say, but with no touch of scorn

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Where does Circumstance end, and Provi-
dence, where begins it?

Where honor or where conscience does not
bind..

Where the bee sucks, there lurk I...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether on Ida's shady brow..

While sauntering through the crowded

street..

Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power.
Whither, midst falling dew
Whoe'er she be...

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Who knoweth life but questions death... 276
Why should I, with a mournful, morbid
spleen....

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Why thus longing, thus forever sighing.... 231
With blackest moss the flower-plots...
With deep affection

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With fingers weary and worn

With how sad steps, O Moon ! thou climb'st
the skies....

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Within his sober realm of leafless trees.... 279
Within the sunlit forest
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