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| [Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint, ] | [137] |
| [A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, ] | [326] |
| [Again the violet of our early days, ] | [248] |
| [A good that never satisfies the mind, ] | [30] |
| [A grace though melancholy, manly too, ] | [369] |
| [A heavenly Night! methinks to me, ] | [341] |
| [Ah Sunflower! weary of time, ] | [245] |
| [A hundred wings are dropt as soft as one, ] | [365] |
| [Ah! what a weary race my feet have run, ] | [198] |
| [Ah! what avails the sceptred race, ] | [320] |
| [A juggler long through all the town, ] | [166] |
| [Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines, ] | [31] |
| [All thoughts, all passions, all delights, ] | [234] |
| [All travellers at first incline, ] | [160] |
| [All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, ] | [318] |
| [Although I enter not, ] | [308] |
| [And are ye sure the news is true?, ] | [186] |
| [An hour with thee!—When earliest day, ] | [240] |
| [Another year!—another deadly blow!, ] | [259] |
| [Art thou pale for weariness, ] | [305] |
| [As, by some tyrant’s stern command, ] | [163] |
| [As due by many titles, I resign, ] | [141] |
| [As I lay asleep, as I lay asleep, ] | [374] |
| [Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea, ] | [349] |
| [Ask me no more where Jove bestows, ] | [60] |
| [Ask me why I send you here, ] | [60] |
| [A slanting ray of evening light, ] | [225] |
| [As near Porto-Bello lying, ] | [169] |
| [A steed, a steed of matchless speed, ] | [108] |
| [Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones, ] | [117] |
| [Awake, Æolian lyre, awake, ] | [194] |
| [Away, let nought to love displeasing, ] | [58] |
| [A wee bird came to our ha’ door,] | [173] |
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| [Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow, ] | [109] |
| [Beneath an Indian palm a girl, ] | [346] |
| [Beside the covered grave, ] | [266] |
| [Between two sister moorland rills, ] | [270] |
| [Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven’s joy, ] | [81] |
| [Bloom of beauty, early flower, ] | [181] |
| [Blossom of the almond trees, ] | [366] |
| [Burly, dozing humble-bee, ] | [342] |
| [Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride, ] | [189] |
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| [Can I see another’s woe, ] | [306] |
| [Can I, who have for others oft compiled, ] | [49] |
| [Child of a day, thou knowest not, ] | [311] |
| [Come, dear children, let us away, ] | [327] |
| [Come live with me, and be my love, ] | [22] |
| [Come, O Thou traveller unknown, ] | [216] |
| [Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving, ] | [33] |
| [Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, ] | [28] |
| [Come up from the fields, father; here’s a letter from our Pete, ] | [359] |
| [Conceit, begotten by the eyes, ] | [3] |
| [Condemned to Hope’s delusive mine, ] | [207] |
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| [Dear Love, let me this evening die, ] | [184] |
| [Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee, ] | [142] |
| [Die down, O dismal day, and let me live, ] | [303] |
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| [E’en such is time; which takes on trust, ] | [53] |
| [Ere, in the northern gale, ] | [340] |
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| [Fair maid, had I not heard thy baby cries, ] | [246] |
| [Fair ship, that from the Italian shore, ] | [368] |
| [Fair Star of Evening; Splendour of the West, ] | [258] |
| [Fair stood the wind for France, ] | [35] |
| [False world, good night, since thou hast brought, ] | [42] |
| [False world, thou liest; thou canst not lend, ] | [131] |
| [Fare well man’s dark last journey o’er the deep, ] | [325] |
| [Farewell, too little and too lately known, ] | [132] |
| [Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, ] | [49] |
| [First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come, ] | [117] |
| [Five years have passed; five summers, with the length, ] | [272] |
| [Forget not yet the tried intent, ] | [15] |
| [Fresh clad from heaven in robes of white, ] | [301] |
| [Friend faber, cast me a round hollow ball, ] | [9] |
| [From you have I been absent in the spring,] | [29] |
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| [Genius and its rewards are briefly told, ] | [362] |
| [Give place, ye lovers, here before, ] | [16] |
| [Go, empty joys, ] | [103] |
| [Go, lovely Rose!, ] | [62] |
| [Gone were but the winter cold, ] | [321] |
| [Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, ] | [9] |
| [Go, Soul, the body’s guest, ] | [6] |
| [Great Monarch of the world, from whose power springs, ] | [112] |
| [Green little vaulter on the sunny grass, ] | [247] |
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| [Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!, ] | [176] |
| [Hail to thee, blithe Spirit, ] | [283] |
| [Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, ] | [331] |
| [Happy the man, whose wish and care, ] | [160] |
| [Happy those early days, when I, ] | [150] |
| [Hardly we breathe, although the air be free, ] | [232] |
| [Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star, ] | [268] |
| [Heaven, what an age is this! what race, ] | [92] |
| [Hence, all you vain delights, ] | [40] |
| [Hence, loathèd Melancholy, ] | [83] |
| [Hence, vain deluding Joys, ] | [87] |
| [Here lies a piece of Christ; a star in dust, ] | [135] |
| [Her sufferings ended with the day!, ] | [378] |
| [He safely walks in darkest ways, ] | [351] |
| [Hope, of all ills that men endure, ] | [95] |
| [How fresh, oh Lord, how sweet and clean, ] | [79] |
| [How happy is he born and taught, ] | [57] |
| [How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, ] | [175] |
| [How soon doth man decay!, ] | [149] |
| [How wisely Nature did decree, ] | [76] |
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| [I do confess thou ’rt smooth and fair, ] | [18] |
| [If all the world and Love were young, ] | [23] |
| [If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, ] | [177] |
| [If, dumb too long, the drooping Muse hath stayed, ] | [201] |
| [If I had thought thou could’st have died, ] | [305] |
| [If the base violence of wicked men, ] | [352] |
| [If thou wilt ease thine heart, ] | [301] |
| [If to be absent were to be, ] | [107] |
| [If women could be fair, and yet not fond, ] | [16] |
| [I give thee treasures hour by hour, ] | [351] |
| [I hear no more the locust beat, ] | [347] |
| [I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light, ] | [229] |
| [I mourn no more my vanished years, ] | [386] |
| [I’m wearing awa’, John, ] | [211] |
| [In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,] | [356] |
| [In this marble buried lies, ] | [134] |
| [In this marble casket lies, ] | [130] |
| [In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, ] | [180] |
| [I press not to the choir, nor dare I greet, ] | [78] |
| [I saw where in the shroud did lurk, ] | [309] |
| [Is this the spot where Rome’s eternal foe, ] | [251] |
| [I stood within the grave’s o’er-shadowing vault, ] | [384] |
| [I thought to meet no more, so dreary seemed, ] | [321] |
| [It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, ] | [231] |
| [It is not beauty I demand, ] | [61] |
| [It is not growing like a tree, ] | [35] |
| [I’ve heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, ] | [172] |
| [I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile, ] | [294] |
| [I weigh not fortune’s frown or smile, ] | [45] |
| [I were unkind unless that I did shed, ] | [136] |
| [I will not praise the often-flattered rose, ] | [231] |
| [I wish I were where Helen lies, ] | [67] |
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| [Jerusalem, my happy home, ] | [54] |
| [Joy for the promise of our loftier homes, ] | [345] |
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| [Lady, I bid thee to a sunny dome, ] | [249] |
| [Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth, ] | [76] |
| [Last night, among his fellow roughs, ] | [354] |
| [Lay a garland on my hearse, ] | [34] |
| [Let him that will, ascend the tottering seat, ] | [129] |
| [Like as a huntsman after weary chase, ] | [21] |
| [Like as the damask rose you see, ] | [48] |
| [Like to Diana in her summer weed, ] | [24] |
| [Little charm of placid mien, ] | [183] |
| [Look how the flower which lingeringly doth fade, ] | [31] |
| [Lord, come away, ] | [158] |
| [Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice, ] | [383] |
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| [Mary! I want a lyre with other strings, ] | [199] |
| [Methinks it is good to be here, ] | [315] |
| [Methought his royal person did foretell, ] | [101] |
| [Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, ] | [21] |
| [Misdeeming eye! that stoopeth to the lure, ] | [41] |
| [Mortality, behold and fear!, ] | [50] |
| [Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day, ] | [53] |
| [My dear and only Love, I pray, ] | [105] |
| [My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains, ] | [285] |
| [My once dear Love! hapless that I no more, ] | [65] |
| [My parents bow, and lead them forth, ] | [363] |
| [My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, ] | [52] |
| [My soul, there is a country, ] | [152] |
| [Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew, ] | [326] |
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| [Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the North-west died away, ] | [367] |
| [Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, ] | [259] |
| [No victor that in battle spent, ] | [125] |
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| [O blithe new-comer! I have heard, ] | [220] |
| [Obscurest night involved the sky, ] | [209] |
| [October’s gold is dim—the forests rot, ] | [302] |
| [O dread was the time, and more dreadful the omen, ] | [265] |
| [Of all the thoughts of God that are, ] | [323] |
| [Of Nelson and the North, ] | [254] |
| [Oft in the stilly night, ] | [300] |
| [O Goddess, hear these tuneless numbers, wrung, ] | [243] |
| [Oh faint, delicious, spring-time violet, ] | [350] |
| [Oh how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, ] | [30] |
| [Oh, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, ] | [230] |
| [Oh, lead me not in Pleasure’s train, ] | [313] |
| [Oh to be in England, ] | [366] |
| [Oh welcome, bat and owlet gray, ] | [238] |
| [Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North, ] | [251] |
| [‘O lady, thy lover is dead,’ they cried,] | [364] |
| [O little feet! that such long years, ] | [363] |
| [O Mary, go and call the cattle home, ] | [377] |
| [O melancholy bird!—A winter’s day, ] | [247] |
| [Once a dream did weave a shade, ] | [228] |
| [Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee, ] | [258] |
| [Once, in the flight of ages past, ] | [223] |
| [On Linden, when the sun was low, ] | [256] |
| [O perfect Light, which shaid away, ] | [10] |
| [O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see, ] | [224] |
| [O Rose, who dares to name thee?, ] | [307] |
| [O Time! who know’st a lenient hand to lay, ] | [230] |
| [O trifling toys that toss the brains, ] | [1] |
| [Our life is only death! time that ensu’th, ] | [141] |
| [Over the mountains, ] | [69] |
| [O waly, waly up the bank, ] | [66] |
| [O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, ] | [283] |
| [O Winter, wilt thou never, never go?, ] | [303] |
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| [Philosophy! the great and only heir, ] | [120] |
| [Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth, ] | [46] |
| [Praised be Diana’s fair and harmless light, ] | [34] |
| [Preserve thy sighs, unthrifty girl, ] | [108] |
| [Proud Maisie is in the wood,] | [240] |
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| [Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast, ] | [382] |
| [River is time in water; as it came, ] | [99] |
| [Rose-cheeked Laura, come, ] | [24] |
| [Roses, their sharp spines being gone, ] | [26] |
| [Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart’s desire, ] | [20] |
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| [Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, ] | [362] |
| [Say not, the struggle nought availeth, ] | [299] |
| [See how the orient dew, ] | [151] |
| [See how the small concentrate fiery force, ] | [355] |
| [See the chariot at hand here of Love, ] | [25] |
| [Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, ] | [14] |
| [She dwells by great Kenhawa’s side, ] | [357] |
| [She dwelt among the untrodden ways, ] | [243] |
| [She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, ] | [317] |
| [She walks in beauty, like the night, ] | [237] |
| [She was a queen of noble Nature’s crowning, ] | [233] |
| [Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part, ] | [32] |
| [Softly! she is lying, ] | [378] |
| [So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, ] | [277] |
| [Stand still, and I will read to thee, ] | [59] |
| [Still young and fine! but what is still in view, ] | [82] |
| [Sweet Maiden, for so calm a life, ] | [312] |
| [Sweet order hath its draught of bliss, ] | [350] |
| [Sweet spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train, ] | [32] |
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| [Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, ] | [381] |
| [The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, ] | [250] |
| [The chief perfection of both sexes joined, ] | [133] |
| [The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, ] | [212] |
| [The expense of spirit in a waste of shame, ] | [46] |
| [The fairest pearls that northern seas do breed, ] | [2] |
| [The flags of war like storm-birds fly, ] | [358] |
| [The forward youth that would appear, ] | [113] |
| [The glories of our blood and state, ] | [51] |
| [The good in graves as heavenly seed are sown, ] | [148] |
| [The Lady Mary Villiers lies, ] | [137] |
| [The loppèd tree in time may grow again, ] | [47] |
| [The lowest trees have tops; the ant her gall, ] | [5] |
| [The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime, ] | [162] |
| [The Muses’ fairest light in no dark time, ] | [44] |
| [The night is come, like to the day, ] | [153] |
| [The night is late, the house is still, ] | [371] |
| [The Ocean at the bidding of the Moon, ] | [365] |
| [The poetry of earth is never dead, ] | [249] |
| [The sun is warm, the sky is clear,] | [298] |
| [The twentieth year is well nigh past, ] | [199] |
| [The voice which I did more esteem, ] | [130] |
| [The waters are flashing, ] | [241] |
| [The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, ] | [379] |
| [The World and Death one day them cross-disguisèd, ] | [10] |
| [The world’s a bubble, and the life of man, ] | [4] |
| [There’s none should places have in Fame’s high court, ] | [101] |
| [There were twa brothers at the scule, ] | [70] |
| [There were twa sisters lived in a bouir, ] | [73] |
| [They are all gone into the world of light, ] | [158] |
| [This Life, which seems so fair, ] | [47] |
| [This was the ruler of the land, ] | [233] |
| [Thou art returned, great light, to that blest hour, ] | [64] |
| [Thou blushing rose, within whose virgin leaves, ] | [63] |
| [Though actors cannot much of learning boast, ] | [98] |
| [Thou still unravished bride of quietness, ] | [296] |
| [Through the night, through the night, ] | [361] |
| [’Tis done—but yesterday a King!,] | [260] |
| [’Tis time this heart should be unmoved, ] | [291] |
| [Too true it is, my time of power was spent, ] | [246] |
| [To these, whom death again did wed, ] | [135] |
| [To yield to those I cannot but disdain, ] | [28] |
| [Triumphal arch that fill’st the sky, ] | [221] |
| [’Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,] | [232] |
| [Two brothers freely cast their lot, ] | [368] |
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| [Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, ] | [317] |
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| [Vain world, what is in thee?, ] | [154] |
| [Victorious men of earth, no more, ] | [51] |
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| [We count the broken lyres that rest, ] | [382] |
| [Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, ] | [178] |
| [Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, ] | [33] |
| [Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find, ] | [81] |
| [We saw and wooed each other’s eyes, ] | [63] |
| [We watched her breathing through the night, ] | [315] |
| [What beckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade, ] | [204] |
| [What constitutes a State?, ] | [174] |
| [What Greece, when learning flourished, only knew, ] | [96] |
| [What is the existence of man’s life, ] | [128] |
| [What is the world? tell, worldling, if thou know it, ] | [8] |
| [What voice did on my spirit fall, ] | [293] |
| [When Britain first at Heaven’s command, ] | [168] |
| [When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never,] | [134] |
| [When first mine eyes did view and mark, ] | [17] |
| [When I behold thee, blameless Williamson, ] | [198] |
| [When in the woods I wander all alone, ] | [248] |
| [When Love with unconfinèd wings, ] | [106] |
| [When my mother died I was very young, ] | [304] |
| [When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, ] | [193] |
| [When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, ] | [29] |
| [Where dost thou careless lie, ] | [39] |
| [Where, where are now the great reports, ] | [9] |
| [While that the sun with his beams hot, ] | [19] |
| [While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, ] | [253] |
| [Whither, midst falling dew, ] | [344] |
| [Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush, ] | [229] |
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| [Ye banks and braes and streams around, ] | [208] |
| [Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, ] | [188] |
| [Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause, ] | [280] |
| [Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, ] | [142] |
| [You meaner beauties of the night, ] | [102] |
| [You that do search for every purling spring, ] | [27] |