Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

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Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art-

By what word's power, the key of paths untrod,

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,

Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,

Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain
height:

Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile!

Come, listen to me, you gallants so free,

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Come live with me and be my Love,

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Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 't is at

a white heat now:

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Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,
Come to me in my dreams, and then

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet

Could ye come back to me Douglas, Douglas,
Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the
land,

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Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a

Cupid and my Campaspe played

Cyriack, this three years' day, these eyes,

though clear,

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Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench
Dark as the clouds of even,

Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east,
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the

Death, be not proud, though some have called
thee

Death, thou 'rt a cordial old and rare: .

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my bro-

Even in a palace, life may be led well!
Ever let the Fancy roam,

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,

Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat,

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Fear no more the heat o' the sun, .

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length

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Five years have past; five summers, with the

Flower in the crannied wall,

Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
"Fly to the desert, fly with me,

Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet!
Forget not yet the tried intent

Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
From Stirling castle we had seen

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From the Desert I come to thee,

From the forests and highlands

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From you have I been absent in the spring,
Full fathom five thy father lies:

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Gamarra is a noble steed,

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn

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Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,

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Give pardon, blessèd soul, to my bold cries,

Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and

woven

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Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song,

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Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,

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Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

God makes sech nights, all white an' still

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God sends his teachers unto every age,

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Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece
Good-by, proud world! I'm going home:

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! .

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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

Half a league, half a league,

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Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be

Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
Hark! Now everything is still,

Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay,
Hear the sledges with the bells-

Heart, we will forget him!

He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save.

High grace, the dower of queens; and there-
withal.

"Hind Horn fair, and Hind Horn free,

His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin,

How changed is here each spot man makes or
fills!

How delicious is the winning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
How happy is he born and taught

How many times do I love thee, dear?

How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits

How sleep the brave who sink to rest,

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How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

If thou must love me, let it be for nought.

If to grow old in Heaven is to grow young,
I got me flowers to straw thy way.

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I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
I have a life with Christ to live,