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INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Absence, hear thou my protestation.

A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by.

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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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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears

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

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Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones

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Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake

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Awake, awake, my Lyre

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A weary lot is thine, fair maid

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A wet sheet and a flowing sea

A widow bird sate mourning for her Love

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Being your slave, what should I do but tend

Behold her, single in the field.

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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 live with me and be my Love

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Cupid and my Campaspe play'd.

Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench

Daughter of Jove, relentless power.

Daughter to that good earl, once President

Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord.
Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly

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Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move

Down in yon garden sweet and gay

Drink to me only with thine eyes

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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

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Four Seasons fill the measure of the year

From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony

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He is gone on the mountain
Hence, all you vain delights
Hence, loathed Melancholy
Hence, vain deluding Joys
How delicious is the winning.

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.

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I arise from dreams of Thee

I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
If doughty deeds my lady please

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

If Thou survive my well-contented day
If to be absent were to be.

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If women could be fair, and yet not fond.

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

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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

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Life! I know not what thou art.

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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

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.
My heart leaps up when I behold

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My Love in her attire doth shew her wit
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.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

Not, Celia, that I juster am

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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

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

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O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm
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

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O talk not to me of a name great in story

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

Over the mountains

O waly waly up the bank

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

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

O World! O Life! O Time! .

Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day.

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Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Proud Maisie is in the wood

Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair

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Rarely, rarely, comest thou

Ruin seize thee, ruthless King

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