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JOHN A. DORG AV.

MARY BOLLES BRANCH.

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A little while—and lo! the charm is Down by the brook he bends his steps, heard ;

and through A youth, whose life has been all sum A lowly wicket; and at last he stands

Awful beside the bed of one who grew Forth from the noisy guests around the From boyhood with him, who with board,

lifted hands Creeps by her softly; at her footstool And eyes seems listening to far welcomkneels;

ings And, when she pauses, murmurs tender And sweeter music than the Blackthings

bird sings. Into her fond ear — - while the Blackbird sings.

Two golden stars, like tokens from the

blest, The smoke-wreaths from the chimneys

Strike on his dim orbs from the setcurl up higher,

ting sun; And dizzy things of eve begin to float His sinking hands seem pointing to the Upon the light; the breeze begins to

west; tire.

He smiles as though he said, “Thy Half-way to sunset with a drowsy note

will be done!" The ancient clock from out the valley His eyes, they see not those illuminings; swings;

His ears, they hear not -- what the

Blackbird sings. The grandam nods—and still the Black

bird sings. Far shouts and laughter from the farm

stead peal, Where the great stack is piling in the JOHN A. DORGAN.

sun; Through narrow gates o'erladen wagons

(U. S. A.)
réel,

FATE.
And barking curs into the tumult run;
While the inconstant wind bears off, and These withered hands are weak,
brings

But they shall do my bidding, though The merry tempest --- and the Blackbird

so frail; sings.

These lips are thin and white, but shall

not fail On the high wold the last look of the sun The appointed words to speak. Burns, like a beacon, over dale and stream;

Thy sneer I can forgive, The shouts have ceased, the laughter and Because I know the strength of destiny; the fun;

Until my task is done, I cannot die; The grandam sleeps, and peaceful be And then, I would not live.

her dream; Only a hammer on an anvil rings; The day is dying-still the Blackbird sings.

MARY BOLLES BRANCH. Now the good vicar passes from his gate,

[U. S. A.) Serene, with long white hair; and in

THE PETRIFIED FERN.
Burns the clear spirit that hath conquered
Fate,

In a valley, centuries ago,
And felt the wings of immortality; Grew a little fern-leaf, green and
His heart is thronged with great imagin slender,
ings,

Veining delicate and fibres tender; And tender mercies-- while the Black-; Waving when the wind crept down so bird sings.

low;

his eye

Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew Earth, one time, put on a frolic mood, round it,

Heaved the rocks and changed the Playful sunbeams darted in and found mighty motion it,

Of the deep, strong currents of the Drops of dew stole in by night, and

ocean; crowned it,

Moved the plain and shook the haughty But no foot of man e'er trod that wood, way;

Crushed the little fern in soft moist clay, Earth was young and keeping holi Covered it, and hid it safe away. day.

0, the long, long centuries since that

day! Monster fishes swam the silent main, O, the agony, 0, life's bitter cost, Stately forests waved their giant Since that useless little fern was lost!

branches, Mountains hurled their snowy ava- Useless! Lost! There came a thoughtlanches,

ful man Mammoth creatures stalked across the Searching Nature's secrets, far and plain;

deep; Nature revelled in grand mysteries; From a fissure in a rocky steep But the little fern was not of these, He withdrew a stone, o'er which there ran Did not number with the hills and Fairy pencillings, a quaint design, trees,

Veinings, leafage, fibres clear and fine, Only grew and waved its wild sweet And the fern's life lay in every line! way,

So, I think, God hides some souls away No one came to note it day by day. Sweetly to surprise us the last day.

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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) 144 A weary lot is thine, fair maid.. ...... 105
Above the pines the moon was slowly drift A wet sheet and a flowing sea

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ing

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A calın and lovely paradise

172 Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow. 39
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound 139 Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead !

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A cloud lay cradledd near the setting sun .. 146

Bezone dull care..

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A fare that should content me wondrous

Beneath an Indian palm a girl

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well..

Beneath the moonlight and the snow
A Hoating, a floating..

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Better trust all and be deceived

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A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
103 Blow, blow, thon winter wind

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Again, how can she but immortal he... 11 Blue gult all around us.....

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A happy bit hare this auld world would be 184 Bomy Kilmeny yaedd up the vlen

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Ah ! County Guy, the hour is nigh.. 105 Bonny Tibbie Inglis!

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Alas, 't is true, I have gone here and there 18

Break, break, break...
Alight is out in Italy
304 Bright image of the early years

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All before uis lies the way

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride
All powers of the sea and air
252 By Nebo's lonely mountain..

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All the rivers run into the sed.

306 By the tlow of the inland river............ 326
All thonghts, all passions, all delights 10S
All worldly shapes shall melt in glovin 138 Calin me, my God, and keep me calm...... 247
Alone I walk the morning street..

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Calm on the listening ear of night

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Along the rain parts which surround the

Can angel spirits need repose.
town ......

283 Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake. 126
Although I enter not..

Close beside the meeting waters

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A man there came, whence none could tell 217

Close his eyes; his work is done!.

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Among so many, can He care?

Come into the garden, Maud..

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Amare ve sure the news is true?.

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Come live with me, and be my love.

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And I shall sleep: and on thy side 190 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged ; 't is
And is the swallow gone?..

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at a white heat now

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And is there care in heaven? Und is there Come, Sleep, ( Sleep, the certain kuot of
love....
7 peace..

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And (), the longing, burning eyes !.

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Comes somethinx down with eventide. 258
And thou hast walked about --- how strange

Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without
a story!

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thee....

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A parish priest was of the pilgrim train...

Come with a smile, when come thou must. 313
A sentinel angel sitting high in glory. 305 Condenined to hope's delusive mine.......

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A silver javelin which the hills.

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Consider the sea's listless chime

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15 I stood by yon rootless tower.

83 Cooper, whose name is with his country's
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers 173

woven.,

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A song of a boat..

Could ye come back to mne, Douglas, Doug-
A Sower went forth to sow

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las

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As ships becalmned at eve, that lay.
214 Creep into thy narrow bed.

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I stilluess crept about the house.

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At daybreak in the fresh light, joyfully

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

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A thousand years shall come and

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At noon, within the dusty town

Dear friend of old, whom memory links.... 319

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I traveller through a lusty road streweil

Dear Friend! whose presence in the house 218
Dear is my little native vale

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cors on the least

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Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and
At the close of the day, when the hainlet

stars'....

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is still....
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At the king's gate the subtle noon,

Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her..
At the mid hour of night, when stars are

Down below, the wild November whist-
lin

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weeping, I fly...

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Drawn out, like lingering bees, to share..
At the spring of an arch in the great north
tower..

319 Earl Gawain wooedd the Lady Barhara.. 204
Awake, my soul, and with the sun...... 46 Earth with its dark and Treadful ills.. 253

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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
30 | How many days with mute adieu..

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Fair pledges of a fruitful tree..
31 How near to good is what is fair !.

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Farewell rewards and fairies !.

20 How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of
Farewell ! since never more for thee.. 339 youth

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Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean 49 How sweet it was to breathe that cooler
Father, I know that all my life.

246 air
Father of all ! in every age

48 How sweet it were, if without feeble fright 144
Father, thy paternal care..

146 How sweet the harmonies of afternoon! 340
Father! thy wonders do not singly stand. 176 How vainly men themselves amaze
Fear no more the heat o' the sun..

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Fly to the desert, fly with me..

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For a foot that will not come..

316 I am content, I do not care.....
Forever with the Lord !...
135 I am old and blind!...

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Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale. 174 I climb the hill: from end to end.

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From gold to gray..

210 I, country-born an' bred, know where to
Froin harmony, from heavenly harmony

find

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From his home in an Eastern bungalow... 321 I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair.
From Oberon, in fairy-land.

21 I do not own an inch of land..
From Stirling Castle we had seen
101 I dwell in grace's courts...

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From the recesses of a lowly spirit.

146 If all the world and love were young.
Full fathom five thy father lies..

16 If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song...
I feel a newer life in every gale

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Give! as the morning that flows out of I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness
heaven...

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alone..
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.

If love were what the rose is..

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“Give us a song !

the soldiers cried. 263 I found a fellow-worker when I deemed I
Go, call for the mourners, and raise the

toiled alone...

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lament

89 If stores of dry and learned lore we gain 1.56
God makes sech nights, all white an' still. 225 If thou wert by my side, my love

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God moves in a mysterious way.

71 If with light head erect I sing.
God of the earth's extended plains !

102 I have been out to-day in field and woud.. 236
God sets some souls in shade, alone. 277 I have fancied sometimes, the old Bethel-
Go forth in life, O friend ! not seeking love 259 bent beam..

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Go, soul, the body's guest.

5 I have had playmates, I have had compan-
Grandmother's mother; her age, I guess.. 219 ions

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Grow old along with me!...

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I hear it often in the dark

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I knew a Princess: she was old

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Had I a heart for falsehood framed

79 I know not how to comfort thee
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove !

I know not if or dark or bright

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Hail to thee, blithe spirit..
127 I know not that the men of old

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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings 16 I kuow not what shall befall me.

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Hast thou a charm to stay the morning I like a church, I like a cowl....
star...

109 I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone. 137
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss I loved to hear the war-horn cry

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shay.....

221 I love to wander through the woodlands
Heap ou more wood! -- the wind is chill.. 107 hoary

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Ilear the sledges with the bells.
202 I'm sitting on the stile, Mary

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Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups!.. 282 I'm wearin' awa', Jean...

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He is gone on the mountain

106 In Athens, when all learning centred there 326
II kept his honesty and truth
165 In a valley, centuries ago.

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He meets, by heavenly chance express.. 253 I never loved ambitiously to climb)..

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Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow. 59 In lowly dale, fast by a river's side

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Her hands are cold; her face is white.. 223 In sumner, when the days were long.. 183
He said, “() brother, where's the use of In the still air the music lies unheard.
climbing?"
294 In the summer twilight.

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He's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn.. 84 In this sad hour, so still, so late
He sleeps not here; in hope and prayer.. 221 Into a city street .....

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He's now upon the spectre's back....... 150 In winter, when the rain rained cauld..
He that loves a rosy cheek..
25 I pluched the harebells as I went..

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le that of such a height hath built bis mind 14 I said to Sorrow's awful storm..

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Ile who died at Azan sends....

319 I saw a man, by some accounted wise.. 321
Hie upon Hielands...

I saw two clouds at morning

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High hopes that burneel like stars sublime 212 I say to thee, do thou repeat.
High walls and huse the body my contine 168 I sought thee round about, I thou my God 26
His echoing axe the settler ywing
234 Is there a whim-inspired fool..

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Hitler thou com'st. The busy wind all Is this a fast, to keep....

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nicht..
32 It haneeth once to every soul.

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How are thy servants blest, O Lord!, 17 It fell about the Martinmas
How beautiful it was, that one bright day. 211 It fell about the Martinmas time.

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How dear to this heart are the scenes of I thought of thee, my partner and my guide 103
my childhood...

117 It is a place where poets crowned inay feel
Howe'er the wheels of Time go round 202

the heart's decaying...

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How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean.. 31 It is done!

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How happy is he born and taught

13 It is not growing like a tree.

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It lies around us like a cloud

248 ! No stir in the air, no stir in the sea........ 117
It stands in a sumy meadow

290 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. 152
It was a friar of orders gray

67 No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do
It was the winter wild..
35 change...

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I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking 88 Not in the world of light alone.

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I've wandered east, I've wandered west. 159 Not often to the parting soul.

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I wandered by the brookside
180 Not ours the vows of such as plight.

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I wandered lonely as a cloud

99 Not yet, the flowers are in my path.. 234
I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile! 101
I worship thee, sweet Will of God!
239 O Artist, range not over-wide.

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I would be ready, Lord

321 0, ask not, hope thou not, too much. 154
I would have gone ; God bade me stay .... 272 O blithe new-comer! I have heard.

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I would not live alway: I ask not to stay. 102 O blushing flowers of Krumley!

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes. 199
Jesus, lover of my soul.
5S Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

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John Davidson and Tib his wife

78 Of all amusements for the mind.
Judge not; the workings of his brain 278 Of all the thonghts of God that are.

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Just for a handful of silver he left us...... 207 Oft has it been my lot to mark..
Just where the Treasury's marble front ... 283 Of them who, rapt in earth so cold

Of this fair volume which we World do
Laid in my quiet bed...
3 name.

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Late to our town there came a maid

269 O happiness! our being's end and aim :. 48
Launch thy bark, mariner!.
148 O happy, happy maid

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Lest men suspeet your tale untrue..

50 O, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the
Let me not to the marriage of true minds.. 18 gale

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Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy 1600, I hae come from far away..

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Let 118 go, lassie, go...
88 0, it is hard to work for God

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Life! I know not what thou art

O Lady, leave thy silken thread

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Life may be given in many ways.

228 | 0, Lady Mary Ann looked o'er the castle
Like some vision olden.

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wa'.
Like to the falling of a star...
27 O Land, of every land the best..

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Listen, my children, and you shall hear

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O lassie ayont the hill !...

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Little thinks, in the field, you rec-cloaked Old Tubai Cain was a man of might. 219
clown
200 O Love Divine, of all that is

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Lo, here is God, and there is God!

242 O lull me, lull me, charming air.
Long years ago I wandered here
335 O Mary, at thy window be!

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Lo!oer the earth the kindling spirits pour 90 O Mary, go and call the cattle home.
Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands O may I join the choir invisible..
the fortress, oll and quaint
299 Once, in the flight of ages past....

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Lorl! call thy pallid angel

113 Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands.... 159
Lord, it belongs not to my care..
39 One day, nigh weary of the irksome way ..

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Love divine, all other love excelling.
58 One day to Helbeck. I had strolled

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Love, when all these years are silent, van One sweetly welcome thonght

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ished quite and laid to rest ...
312 One word is too often profaned.

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On thy fair bosom, silver lake

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Maiden ! with the week, brown eyes.... 209 | Open the teniple-gates unto my love.

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Make me no vows of constany, dear friend 251

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O Saviour! whose mercy, severe in its kind-
Methinks it is good to be here..

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hess...

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Miil pleasures and palaces though we may O, sing into my roundelay!

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rou..
153 | O stream descending to the sea.

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Midwinter comes tomorrow.

320 O, sweet and fair! O, rich and rare! 274
Milel offspring of a dark anı sullen sire!.. O that those lips had language! Life bas
Mine be a cot beside the hill..
81 passed.

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming O thou, great Friend to all the sons of men 239
of the Lord....
236 O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear!....

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Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains.. 1:20 O, timely happy, timely wise

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More than the soul of ancient song is given 203 ( unseen Spirit ! now a calm divine. 175
My child is lying on my knees
270) Our Mary liket weel to stray

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My days among the dead are passed

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Out of the clover and blue-eyedi grass.. 316
My dear and only love, I prav.
28 Out upon the unknown deep

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My hawk is tired of perch and hood 105 Over hill, over dale

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My life is like the summer rose
152 Over the mountains..

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My mind to me a kingdom is

15 Over the mountain wave, see where they
My sins and follies, Lord! by thee.

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come.

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Mysterious night! when our first parent Over the river they beckon to me.

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knew
89 0, waly, waly up the bank....

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O, weel may the boatie row..
Nearer, my God, to thee..
2450, what will a'the lads do

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Nerer, surely, was lolier man

226 C,why should the spirit of mortal be proud: 149
Next to these ladies, but in naught allied . 80 O yet we trust that somehow good.. 197
Night seems troubled and scarce asleep... 314 | 0, young Lochinvar is come out of the
No abbey's gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops 235

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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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west ....

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