INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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Absence, hear thou my protestation
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
A good sword and a trusty hand
Ah, Chloris ! could I now but sit
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah, what avails the sceptred race
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon
All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d
All thoughts, all passions, all delights
And are ye sure the news is true
And is this-Yarrow ?-This the Stream .
And thou art dead, as young and fair
And wilt thou leave me thus
Ariel to Miranda :- Take
Art thou pale for weariness
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers
As it fell upon a day
As I was walking all alane
A slumber did my spirit seal
As ships, becalmed at

eve,

that lay
As slow our ship her foamy track
As thro' the land at eve we went
As we rush, as we rush in the train
A sweet disorder in the dress .
At the corner of ood Street, when daylight appears
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
Avenge, O Lord ! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake
Awake, awake, my Lyre
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
A wanderer is man from his 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

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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
Come away, come away, Death
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height
Come hither, Evan Cameron
Come into the garden, Maud
Come live with me and be my Love
Come to me, 0 ye children
Crabbed 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
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 Faney 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 o' 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-

se-buds while ye may
Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even

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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
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 and 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 .
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 thinks he slays
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
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 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

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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 thought once how Theocritus had sung .
I traveli'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 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

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Jenny kissed me when we met
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
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-bosom’d 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 voices die
My days among the Dead are passed
My good blade 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 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 died

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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
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

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O Brignall banks are wild and fair

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O Captain ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done

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O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes

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O fair and stately maid, whose eyes

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Of all the girls that are so smart

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Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

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Of Nelson and the North

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O Friend ! I know not which way I must look

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Of this fair volume which we World do name

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Oft in the stilly night

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Oh roses for the flush of youth

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Oh, to be in England

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Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North : 324
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm

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O listen, listen, ladies gay

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O lovers' eyes are sharp to see

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O Mary, at thy window be

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O Mary, go and call the cattle home

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O may I join the choir invisible

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O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming .

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O my Luve's like a red, red rose

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Old Tubal Cain was a man of might

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On a day, alack the day

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On a Poet's lips I slept .

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On the Sabbath-day

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Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee

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One more Unfortunate

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O never say that I was false of heart

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One word is too often profaned

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On Linden, when the sun was low

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O saw ye bonnie Lesley

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0 say what is that thing call’d Light

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O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom.

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O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South .

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O talk not to me of a name great in story

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Others abide our question. Thou art free

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

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Out of the night that covers me

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Over the mountains

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O waly waly up the bank

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O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being

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O World ! O Life! O Time ,

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