A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
A child's a plaything for an hour
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
A slumber did my spirit seal.
A sweet disorder in the dress
A weary lot is thine, fair maid
A wet sheet and a flowing sea
Absence, hear thou this protestation
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
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.
As slow our ship her foamy track
At the corner of Wood 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
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
Best and brightest, come away.
Bid me to live, and I will live
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art
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, cheerful day, part of my life to ine.
Come little babe, come silly soul.
Come live with me and be iny Love
Come, Sleep: 0 Sleep! the rta
knot of peace
Come unto these yellow sands
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cupid and my Campaspé play'd
Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench
Daughter of Jove, relentless power.
Daughter to that good Earl, once President
Degenerate Douglas ! oh, the unworthy lord
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 anythng to show more fair
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky
Ever let the Fancy roam .
He that loves a rosy cheek
He is gone on the mountain
Hence, all you vain delights
Hence, loathéd Melancholy.
Hence, vain deluding Joys .
He sang of God, the mighty source
High-way, since you my chief Parnassus be
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
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I am monarch of all I survey
I arise from dreams of Thee
I cannot change, as others do
I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden
I have had playmates, I have had companions
I have no name
I heard a thousand blended notes
I meet thy pensive, moonlight face
I met a traveller from an antique land
I remember, I remember.
I saw Eternity the other night
I saw her in childhood.
I saw my lady weep
I saw where in the shroud did lurk
I travell’d among unknown men
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile
I wish I were where Helen lies
If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
If doughty deeds my lady please .
If I had thought thou couldst have died
If Thou survive my well-contented day
If to be absent were to be
I'm wearing awa', Jean
In a drear-nighted December
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining
In the sweet shire of Cardigan .
In this still place, remote from men
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
It is not growing like a tree
It was a dismal and a fearful night
It was a lover and his lass
It was a summer evening
I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking
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Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Life! I know not what thou art
Like as the waves make towards the pebbied shore
Like to the clear in highest sphere
Love in my bosom, like a bee
Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise
Love not me for comely grace
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours
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 past
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
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
Never love unless you can
Never seek to tell thy love
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not, Celia, that I juster am
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
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
O happy shades! to me unblest
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm
O leave this barren spot to me
O listen, listen, ladies gay
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see
O Mary, at thy window be
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
O never say that I was false of heart
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
() say what is that thing call’d Light
o taik not to me of a name great in story
O Thou, by Nature taught
O waly waly up the bank
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O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O World ! O Life! O Time
Obscurest night involved the sky
Of all the girls that are so smart
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of Nelson and the North
Of Neptune's empire let us sing
Of this fair volume which we World do name
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray
Oft in the stilly night
Oh snatch'd away in beauty's bloom
On a day, alack the day
On a Poet's lips I slept
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
One more Unfortunate
One word is too often profaned
On Linden, when the sun was low
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd
Over the mountains
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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day
Phoebus, arise
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu .
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful eartı
Proud Maisie is in the wood
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair
Rough Wind, that moanest loud
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King
Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness
See with what simplicity .
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Shall I, wasting in despair
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
She walks in beauty, like the night
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, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God
Surprized by joy--impatient as the wind
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower .
Sweet Love, if thou wilt gain a monarch's glory
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