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Absence, hear thou my protestation
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
All thoughts, all passions, all delights
And are ye sure the news is true

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And is this-Yarrow?-This the Stream.
And thou art dead, as young and fair

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And wilt thou leave me thus

Ariel to Miranda :-Take

Art thou pale for weariness

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Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
As it fell upon a day

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears

Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake

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

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A wet sheet and a flowing sea

A widow bird sate mourning for her Love

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

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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

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Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night.

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Come away, come away, Death

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Come live with me and be my Love

Crabbed Age and Youth

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd

Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench

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Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly

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Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move

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Down in yon garden sweet and gay

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Drink to me only with thine eyes

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Duncan Gray cam here to woo

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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

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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining

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In the sweet shire of Cardigan

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I remember, I remember

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I saw where in the shroud did lurk

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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free.

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It is not Beauty I demand

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It is not growing like a tree

I travell'd among unknown men

It was a lover and his lass

It was a summer evening.

I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking.

I wander'd lonely as a cloud.

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile
I wish I were where Helen lies.

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Life! I know not what thou art

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Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle.

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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore.

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold.
Music, when soft voices die

My heart leaps up when I behold
My Love in her attire doth shew her wit

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My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
My thoughts hold mortal strife.

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My true-love hath my heart, and I have his

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead

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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not, Celia, that I juster am

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Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days.

O blithe new-comer! I have heard.
O Brignall banks are wild and fair.
Of all the girls that are so smart
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

Of Nelson and the North .

O Friend! I know not which way I must look

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Of this fair volume which we World do name.
Oft in the stilly night

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O Mary, at thy window be

O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm
O listen, listen, ladies gay

O lovers' eyes are sharp to see

O me! what eyes hath love put in my head.

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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
O my Luve's like a red, red rose

Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
One more Unfortunate.

O talk not to me of a name great in story

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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O World! O Life! O Time.

Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Proud Maisie is in the wood.

Souls of Poets dead and gone

She was a phantom of delight

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king

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Take O take those lips away

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

Tell me where is Fancy bred.

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That time of year thou may'st in me behold
That which her slender waist confined
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine

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There is a garden in her face.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
The sun is warm, the sky is clear

The World is too much with us: late and soon
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
This is the month, and this the happy morn
This Life, which seems so fair

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright

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Timely blossom, Infant fair

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry

Toll for the brave.

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To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
"Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side

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Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

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