- Walton, Izaac (1593-1683), [505], [543]
- Watts, Isaac (1674-1748), [5]
- *Webb, Mary, [10], [106], [141]
- Webster, John (1610-1682), [264], [267], [268]
- Wedderburn, John (1500?-1556), [597]
- Whitman, Walt (1819-1892), [179]
- Wither, George (1588-1667), [202]
- *Woods, Margaret L., [539]
- Wordsworth, Dorothy (1771-1855), [220]
- Wordsworth, William (1770-1850), [103], [221], [234], [237], [276], [456], [655]
- Wotton, Sir Henry (1568-1639), [16]
- *Wright, Elizabeth M., [532], [559]
- *Wylie, Elinor, [236]
[INDEX OF POEMS]
[An asterisk denotes that the name of the author of the poem is unknown.]
| TEXT | NOTES | |
|---|---|---|
| *Adam lay i-bowndyn | [489] | |
| Adieu! farewell earth's bliss! | [261] | [596] |
| *A dis, a dis, a green grass | [203] | |
| After the blast of lightning from the east | [173] | |
| Afterwards | [455] | |
| Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh | [330] | |
| Ah! sad wer we as we did peäce | [272] | [604] |
| Ah, what avails the sceptred race? | [365] | |
| Alas, the moon should ever beam | [295] | |
| Alice, dear, what ails you? | [230] | |
| A little lonely child am I | [423] | [645] |
| A little Saint best fits a little Shrine | [510] | |
| *All in this pleasant evening, together come are we | [12] | [501] |
| All looks be pale, hearts cold as stone | [189] | [574] |
| All my stars forsake me | [464] | |
| All the flowers of the spring | [268] | [599] |
| *All under the leaves and the leaves of life | [489] | |
| Amo, amas | [579] | |
| *An' Charlie he's my darling | [186] | |
| Ancient Mariner, The Rime of the | [383] | |
| And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte | [14] | [502] |
| And in the midst of all, a fountaine stood | [153] | [564] |
| And like a dying lady, lean and pale | [464] | |
| And now all nature seemed in love | [16] | [504] |
| And then I pressed the shell | [61] | |
| And there were spring-faced cherubs that did sleep | [408] | [643] |
| Angel spirits of sleep | [475] | |
| Annabel Lee | [59] | |
| *Annan Water's wading deep | [329] | [614] |
| A piper in the streets to-day | [197] | |
| Are they shadows that we see? | [162] | |
| A Rose, as fair as ever saw the North | [151] | |
| Art thou gone in haste? | [374] | [629] |
| Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? | [253] | |
| As I in hoary winter's night | [242] | |
| As it fell upon a day | [107] | [543] |
| *As I walked out one night | [571] | |
| *As I was going by Charing Cross | [188] | |
| *As I was walking all alane | [109] | |
| *As I was wa'king all alone | [293] | |
| As I wer readen ov a stwone | [280] | [605] |
| Ask me no more | [152] | [562] |
| *A sparhawk proud did hold in wicked jail | [108] | [543] |
| A sunny shaft did I behold | [373] | [628] |
| *As we dance round a-ring-a-ring | [12] | |
| At common dawn there is a voice of bird | [369] | |
| At the corner of Wood Street | [103] | [540] |
| Auld Robin Gray | [362] | |
| Autumn | [223] | |
| *A vision that appeared to me | [70] | [527] |
| Awake, awake, my little Boy! | [477] | [605] |
| A weary lot is thine, fair maid | [185] | |
| A widow bird sat mourning for her love | [252] | |
| *A wife was sitting at her reel ae night | [618] | |
| *Ay me, alas, heigh ho, heigh ho! | [91] | [534] |
| Before my face the picture hangs | [259] | [594] |
| Behold her, single in the field | [221] | |
| Bells have wide mouths and tongues | [211] | [582] |
| Beneath our feet, the shuddering bogs | [318] | [610] |
| Bermudas | [381] | |
| Best and brightest, come away! | [155] | |
| Be thou at peace this night | [172] | |
| *Bingo | [89] | |
| Birds, The | [112] | |
| Blow, blow, thou winter winde | [247] | |
| Blows the wind to-day | [54] | [522] |
| *Bonny Barbara Allan | [356] | |
| Break, break, break | [226] | |
| Brief, on a flying night | [214] | |
| Bright star, would I were stedfast | [660] | |
| *Bring us in good ale | [69] | |
| *Bring us in no browne bred | [69] | [526] |
| *Brown Robyn | [420] | |
| *Buckee, Buckee, biddy Bene | [292] | |
| Burning Babe, The | [242] | |
| By Saint Mary, my lady | [37] | [518] |
| By the Moone we sport and play | [120] | [547] |
| Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren | [267] | |
| Call me no more, O gentle stream | [51] | |
| *Cam' ye by the salmon fishers? | [35] | |
| Cauld blows the wind frae north to south | [233] | |
| Changeling, The | [309] | |
| Cherrie Ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I cry | [150] | |
| Cherry and pear are white | [173] | |
| Child and the Mariner, The | [402] | |
| Chimney Sweeper, The | [42] | |
| Christabel | [335] | |
| Christmas at Sea | [31] | |
| Christ of His gentleness | [109] | |
| Cities drowned in olden time | [214] | |
| Close thine eyes and sleep secure | [467] | |
| *Cold cold! | [231] | [586] |
| Cold in the earth | [277] | |
| Come, Sleep | [605] | |
| *Come to me, grief, for ever | [269] | [601] |
| Come to me in the silence of the night | [472] | |
| Come unto these yellow sands | [119] | [546] |
| Come wary one, come slender feet | [111] | [544] |
| Coronach, The | [174] | |
| Crystal Cabinet, The | [373] | |
| *Dalyaunce | [28] | |
| Dark is the stair, and humid the old walls | [212] | |
| Dear, dear, dear | [104] | |
| Dear God, through Thy all-powerful hand | [605] | |
| Death stands above me | [597] | |
| Departe, departe, departe | [360] | [627] |
| Dew sate on Julia's haire | [651] | |
| Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly | [351] | [624] |
| Does the road wind up-hill all the way? | [483] | [666] |
| *Down in yonder meadow | [349] | |
| *Down in yon garden | [647] | |
| Do you remember an Inn | [200] | [580] |
| Dreams, The Land of | [477] | |
| D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gray? | [139] | [556] |
| Eagle, The | [108] | |
| *Earl of Mar's Daughter, The | [307] | |
| Easter | [16] | |
| *Edward | [430] | |
| Egypt's might is tumbled down | [367] | |
| Encinctured with a twine of leaves | [337] | |
| *English Gentleman, The | [67] | |
| Eve of Saint Mark, The | [468] | |
| Even such is Time | [600] | |
| Eve, with her basket | [485] | |
| *Faht's in there? | [293] | [607] |
| *Fair Annie | [434] | |
| Fairies | [122] | |
| Fairies Feast, The | [132] | |
| Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away | [225] | |
| Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun | [267] | [599] |
| *Fine knacks for ladies! | [74] | |
| Flowers of the Forest, The | [188] | |
| Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow | [482] | |
| *Four and twenty bonny boys | [428] | [646] |
| *Four men stood by the grave of a man | [191] | [574] |
| From noise of Scare-fires rest ye free | [215] | |
| Full fathom five | [643] | |
| Gane were but the winter cauld | [239] | [587] |
| Garden, The | [149] | |
| *Garden, The | [492] | |
| Get up, our Anna dear, from the weary spinning | [125] | [549] |
| *Gilderoy was a bonnie boy | [82] | [532] |
| Golden slumbers kiss your eyes | [281] | [605] |
| *Golden Vanity, The | [418] | |
| Gone were but the Winter | [251] | |
| Good-Morrow to the Day so fair | [208] | |
| *Green Broom | [147] | |
| Hallo my Fancy | [376] | |
| Hame, hame, hame, hame, fain wad I be | [181] | |
| Hark! now everything is still | [264] | [597] |
| Haunted Palace, The | [338] | |
| Hay, nou the day dauis | [4] | [497] |
| Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heaven's gate sings | [6] | |
| Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell | [331] | |
| He came and took me by the hand | [151] | |
| He clasps the crag with crooked hands | [108] | |
| He gave us all a good-bye cheerily | [178] | |
| He is gone on the mountain | [174] | |
| He is the lonely greatness of the world | [265] | [598] |
| *Helen of Kirkconnell | [438] | |
| Helen, thy beauty is to me | [365] | [627] |
| Here a little child I stand | [507] | |
| *Here comes a lusty wooer | [346] | [622] |
| Here lies a little bird | [102] | |
| Here lies sweet Isabell | [652] | |
| Here she lies, a pretty bud | [271] | [604] |
| Here she was wont to go, and here, and here! | [352] | [624] |
| *Here we bring new water | [4] | |
| *Here we come a piping | [11] | |
| Here where the fields lie lonely and untended | [53] | |
| Her Eyes the Glow-worme lend thee | [292] | |
| He sees them pass | [259] | [594] |
| *He that lies at the stock | [466] | |
| *Hey, nonny no! | [200] | [580] |
| *Hey! now the day dawns | [4] | [497] |
| *Hey, Wully wine, and How, Wully wine | [348] | [623] |
| *Hie upon Hielands | [43] | [519] |
| His eyes are quickened so with grief | [407] | |
| His stature was not very tall | [503] | |
| Hohenlinden | [180] | |
| Holy Thursday | [66] | |
| Home, home, from the horizon far and clear | [472] | |
| Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? | [28] | |
| Ho, sailor of the sea! | [33] | |
| How like an Angel came I down! | [160] | [454] |
| How lovely is the sound of oars at night | [331] | |
| How many times do I love thee, dear? | [624] | |
| How see you Echo? | [121] | |
| How should I your true love know | [361] | |
| How strange it is to wake and watch | [473] | |
| How sweet I roamed from field to field! | [161] | |
| *Hugh, Sir | [428] | |
| *I and my white Pangur | [97] | [536] |
| I'd a dream to-night | [282] | [606] |
| *I'd oft heard tell of this Sledburn fair | [75] | |
| I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way | [8] | [499] |
| I dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? | [475] | |
| I dug, beneath the cypress shade | [268] | |
| If I had but two little wings | [24] | [510] |
| If I should ever by chance grow rich | [521] | |
| I found her out there | [273] | [604] |
| If souls should only shine as bright | [594] | |
| If there were dreams to sell | [449] | |
| I got me flowers to straw thy way | [16] | [506] |
| I had a dove and the sweet dove died | [107] | |
| I had a little bird | [44] | [519] |
| *I had a little nut tree | [198] | |
| *I have a yong suster | [58] | |
| I have beene all day looking after | [319] | [610] |
| I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep | [382] | [635] |
| *I have twelfe oxen that be faire and brown | [148] | [559] |
| I hear a sudden cry of pain! | [96] | |
| I heard a soldier sing some trifle | [171] | [568] |
| I know a little garden-close | [481] | |
| I know that all beneath the moon decays | [585] | |
| *I'll sing you a good old song | [67] | [525] |
| I Loved a lass, a fair one | [202] | [580] |
| I love to rise in a summer morn | [140] | |
| I met a traveller from an antique land | [404] | |
| I met the Love-Talker one eve in the glen | [313] | |
| Immortal Imogen crowned queen above | [299] | |
| In a drear-nighted December | [231] | [585] |
| I never shall love the snow again | [274] | |
| In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes | [562] | |
| In melancholic fancy | [376] | [629] |
| In somer when the shawes be sheyne | [143] | [556] |
| In the greenest of our valleys | [338] | [621] |
| In the third-class seat sat the journeying-boy | [26] | |
| In the wild October night-time | [177] | [570] |
| Into the scented woods we'll go | [10] | |
| Invitation to Jane, The | [155] | |
| In Xanadu did Kubla Khan | [405] | [641] |
| I remember, I remember | [25] | [511] |
| Irish harper and his dog, The | [89] | |
| I saw a frieze on whitest marble drawn | [408] | [643] |
| *I saw a peacock with a fiery tail | [294] | [607] |
| I saw with open eyes | [110] | |
| I see in his last preached and printed Booke | [270] | [602] |
| *I sing of a maiden | [21] | [510] |
| *It fell upon a Wodensday | [420] | [644] |
| It is an ancient Mariner | [383] | [635] |
| It was a' for our rightfu' king | [187] | |
| *It was a jolly bed in sooth | [501] | |
| It was a Lover and his lasse | [199] | [579] |
| *It was in and about the Martinmas time | [356] | [626] |
| *It was intill a pleasant time | [307] | |
| It was many and many a year ago | [59] | [523] |
| It was not in the winter | [361] | |
| I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking | [188] | [573] |
| I went out to the hazel wood | [296] | [608] |
| *I will sing, if ye will hearken | [432] | [646] |
| *I wish I were where Helen lies | [438] | |
| I would not be the Moon, the sickly thing | [463] | [659] |
| Jarring the air with rumour cool | [154] | |
| John Peel | [139] | |
| Keith of Ravelston | [316] | |
| Kubla Khan | [405] | |
| La Belle Dame sans Merci | [129] | |
| Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were | [472] | |
| *Laird of Logie, The | [432] | |
| *Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green | [148] | [560] |
| Lawne as white as driven Snow | [74] | [529] |
| Lay a garland on my hearse | [360] | |
| Leave Taking, A | [358] | |
| Leave me, O Love | [597] | |
| Let us go hence, my songs | [358] | |
| Let us walk in the white snow | [236] | [587] |
| Life of Life | [353] | [625] |
| Light the lamps up, Lamplighter | [459] | [657] |
| Little Black Boy, The | [22] | |
| Little Fly | [535] | |
| Little Lamb, who made thee? | [93] | |
| *London Bridge is broken down | [65] | [524] |
| London Snow | [234] | |
| Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky | [197] | [575] |
| Long ago I went to Rome | [563] | |
| Look how the pale Queen of the silent night | [354] | [625] |
| Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed | [256] | [593] |
| Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back | [483] | |
| *Love me not for comely grace | [366] | |
| Lucy Gray | [237] | |
| *Lully, lullay, lully, lullay | [491] | |
| Lydia is gone this many a year | [277] | |
| *Lyke-Wake Dirge, A | [264] | |
| Mad Maid's Song, The | [208] | |
| Mariana | [314] | |
| *Mary's gone a milking | [71] | [529] |
| *Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John | [466] | [661] |
| *May Song | [12] | |
| *Mermaid, The | [423] | |
| Messmates | [178] | |
| Midnight was come, when every vital thing | [115] | |
| Mine eyes have seen the glory | [170] | [567] |
| Mortality, behold and fear! | [269] | [600] |
| Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age | [271] | |
| Much have I travelled in the realms of gold | [380] | |
| Music, when soft voices die | [209] | [582] |
| *My clothing was once of the linsey woolsey fine | [90] | [533] |
| *My hand is weary with writing | [558] | |
| My heart is like a singing bird | [352] | [624] |
| *My love he built me a bonnie bower | [439] | [647] |
| My love lies in the gates of foam | [364] | |
| *My Luve's in Germany | [184] | |
| My master hath a garden | [492] | |
| *My mistress frowns when she should play | [199] | [576] |
| *My mistress is as fair as fine | [351] | |
| My mother bore me in the southern wild | [22] | |
| *My plaid awa', my plaid awa' | [292] | |
| My true-love hath my heart, and I have his | [352] | |
| *Nay, Ivy, nay | [245] | [590] |
| Night-Piece, The | [292] | |
| *Not full twelve years | [596] | |
| Not soon shall I forget | [49] | |
| *Now milkmaids' pails are deckt with flowers | [71] | [528] |
| Now some may drink old vintage wine | [205] | [581] |
| Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger | [11] | [500] |
| Now the hungry Lyon rores | [131] | [553] |
| *Now wolde I faine some merthės make | [366] | [628] |
| Nurse's Song, The | [453] | |
| Nymph Complaining, The | [98] | |
| Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? | [124] | |
| *O Allison Gross, that lives in yon towr | [426] | [646] |
| *O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray | [523] | |
| Ode to the West Wind | [227] | |
| O'Driscoll drove with a song | [312] | |
| *Of all the birds that I do know | [100] | [538] |
| *O for a Booke and a shadie nooke | [147] | [558] |
| Of this fair volume which we World do name | [162] | [565] |
| Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray | [237] | |
| Oh! call my brother back to me | [48] | |
| *Oh! dear! what can the matter be? | [75] | [530] |
| Oh! poverty is a weary thing | [94] | [536] |
| Oh, sweet content | [254] | |
| Oh the falling Snow! | [236] | |
| *Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear? | [206] | [581] |
| O, I hae come from far away | [324] | [613] |
| Old Ships, The | [382] | |
| O many a day have I made good ale in the glen | [354] | |
| O Mary, go and call the cattle home | [225] | |
| O Mother, lay your hand on my brow | [40] | |
| O my dark Rosaleen | [181] | [572] |
| On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose | [332] | |
| Once a dream did weave a shade | [476] | [665] |
| *Once I was a monarch's daughter | [105] | |
| Once musing as I sat | [91] | [535] |
| Once upon a midnight dreary | [320] | [611] |
| Once when the sun of the year was beginning to fall | [26] | [512] |
| *One Friday morn when we set sail | [421] | |
| *One king's daughter said to anither | [57] | [523] |
| One without looks in to-night | [298] | [608] |
| On first looking into Chapman's Homer | [380] | |
| On Linden, when the sun was low | [180] | |
| *On the first day of Christmas | [589] | |
| On the green banks of Shannon | [89] | |
| O sing unto my roundelay | [266] | |
| O Sorrow | [256] | |
| O that those lips had language! | [41] | |
| O the evening's for the fair, bonny lassie O! | [207] | |
| O Thou, who plumed with strong desire | [341] | [621] |
| O, to have a little house | [52] | |
| Our King and Queen the Lord God Blesse | [568] | |
| Our King went up upon a hill high | [191] | [574] |
| Out in the dark over the snow | [474] | |
| Over the bleak and barren snow | [375] | |
| *O whare are ye gaun? | [334] | [618] |
| O, what can ail thee, knight at arms | [129] | |
| O what if the fowler my blackbird has taken? | [355] | |
| *O wha will shoe my bonny foot? | [519] | |
| *O where were ye, my milk-white steed | [309] | [609] |
| O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being | [227] | |
| Oh yes, my dear | [565] | |
| Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day! | [7] | |
| Pedlar's Song, The | [74] | |
| Pleasure it is | [17] | [507] |
| *Poacher, The Lincolnshire | [204] | |
| *Poor old Horse | [90] | |
| Prayer unsaid, and Mass unsung | [330] | |
| Prepare, prepare the iron helm of War | [167] | |
| Proud Maisie is in the wood | [357] | |
| Queen and huntress, chaste and fair | [462] | |
| *Queen of Elfland, The | [127] | |
| Question, The | [8] | |
| *Quo' the Tweed to the Till | [425] | |
| *Quoth John to Joan | [350] | [623] |
| Rarely, rarely, comest thou | [254] | |
| Raven, The | [320] | |
| Recollection, The | [156] | |
| Remember me when I am gone away | [280] | |
| *Remember us poor Mayers all | [13] | |
| Reverie of Poor Susan, The | [103] | |
| Rich in the waning light she sat | [39] | |
| Riding through Ruwu swamp, about sunrise | [92] | [536] |
| Rosaleen, Dark | [181] | |
| Rose Aylmer | [365] | |
| *Rosy apple, lemon, or pear | [36] | [516] |
| *Round about, round about | [119] | |
| Sabrina fair | [130] | [551] |
| Sands of Dee, The | [225] | |
| Schoolboy, The | [140] | |
| Seamen, three! What men be ye? | [205] | |
| Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | [220] | [583] |
| Secret was the garden | [285] | |
| *Seven lang years I hae served the King | [347] | |
| *Seynt Stevene was a clerk | [240] | [587] |
| Shed no tear—O shed no tear! | [283] | |
| *She is so proper and so pure | [38] | [518] |
| Shepherds all, and Maidens fair | [457] | [655] |
| Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night | [450] | [651] |
| Shy in their herding dwell the fallow deer | [298] | |
| Sick Child, The | [40] | |
| Silent are the woods | [27] | |
| Silent is the house, all are laid asleep | [284] | |
| *Silly Sweetheart, say not nay | [345] | |
| *Sir Patrick Spence | [425] | |
| *Sister, awake! close not your eyes | [11] | [501] |
| *Skip it and trip it | [575] | |
| Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed | [273] | |
| Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears | [252] | [592] |
| Sluggard, The | [5] | |
| Soldiers, For | [168] | |
| Solitary Reaper, The | [221] | |
| Some folks as can afford | [159] | |
| Somewhere, somewhen I've seen | [403] | [639] |
| Sorrow | [256] | |
| So through the darkness and the cold we flew | [234] | |
| So, we'll go no more a-roving | [464] | |
| Sparrow, The Dead | [101] | |
| Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king | [15] | [503] |
| Stepping Westward | [456] | |
| Stop, Christian passer-by! | [270] | [604] |
| Stupidity Street | [110] | |
| Swans, The Two | [299] | |
| Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly | [213] | |
| Sweet Content | [253] | |
| Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | [451] | |
| Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content | [38] | [518] |
| Sweet Suffolk Owl, so trimly dight | [104] | [540] |
| *Sweet William and May Margaret | [443] | |
| Swiftly walk o'er the western wave | [458] | |
| Tell me not of joy | [101] | [538] |
| Tell me where is fancie bred | [209] | |
| That houses forme within was rude and strong | [339] | |
| That wind, I used to hear it swelling | [229] | |
| The aïr to gi'e your cheäks a hue | [581] | |
| The ample heaven of fabrik sure | [144] | [557] |
| *The cheerful arn he blaws in the marn | [138] | |
| The cleanly rush of the mountain air | [56] | |
| The clouds have left the sky | [462] | |
| The crooked paths go every way | [157] | |
| The days are cold, the nights are long | [220] | [583] |
| The Door of Death | [666] | |
| The Dragon that our Seas did raise his Crest | [189] | [573] |
| The evening sun was sinking down | [449] | |
| The feathers of the willow | [224] | |
| *The fort over against the oak-wood | [193] | [575] |
| The four sails of the mill | [144] | [556] |
| The fresh air moves like water round a boat | [9] | |
| The gipsies lit their fires by the chalk-pit gate anew | [79] | |
| The heaving roses of the hedge are stirred | [222] | |
| *The Holly and the Ivy | [243] | [589] |
| The hunt is up, the hunt is up | [137] | [555] |
| The King of China's daughter | [198] | |
| *The king sits in Dumferling toune | [425] | [645] |
| *The king's young dochter | [576] | |
| The lake lay blue below the hill | [106] | [542] |
| The lark now leaves his watery nest | [6] | [498] |
| *The love that I hae chosen | [363] | |
| The maiden caught me in the wild | [373] | |
| The man of life upright | [595] | |
| *The miller's mill-dog lay at the mill-door | [89] | [533] |
| *The moon's my constant mistress | [291] | [606] |
| The murmur of the mourning ghost | [316] | |
| The myrtle bush grew shady | [192] | |
| The night will never stay | [465] | |
| The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade | [49] | [520] |
| *There came a bird out o a bush | [649] | |
| *There came a ghost to Margret's door | [443] | [650] |
| *There cam' Seven Egyptians on a day | [531] | |
| The red flame flowers bloom and die | [474] | [664] |
| There grew a goodly tree him faire beside | [491] | |
| There is a Garden in her face | [150] | [561] |
| *There is a Lady sweet and kind | [366] | [628] |
| There is a silence where hath been no sound | [405] | [641] |
| *The reivers they stole Fair Annie | [434] | [646] |
| *There lived a wife at Usher's Well | [445] | [651] |
| There's no smoke in the chimney | [52] | |
| *There was a gallant ship and a gallant ship was she | [418] | [644] |
| *There was a knicht riding frae the east | [333] | [615] |
| There was an Indian, who had known no change | [379] | [631] |
| *There was an old man lived out in the wood | [147] | |
| There was no song nor shout of joy | [422] | |
| *There were three gipsies a-come to my door | [79] | [531] |
| *There were twa brethren in the north | [55] | [523] |
| *There were twa sisters sat in a bowr | [441] | [649] |
| The sea would flow no longer | [409] | |
| These hearts were woven of human joys and cares | [172] | [568] |
| The sheets were frozen hard | [31] | |
| The smothering dark engulfs relentlessly | [239] | |
| The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone | [78] | |
| The snow had fallen many nights and days | [410] | |
| The splendour falls on castle walls | [122] | |
| The sun descending in the west | [452] | |
| The Sun does arise | [23] | |
| The trees of the elder lands | [404] | [640] |
| The twilight is sad and cloudy | [32] | |
| The wanton Troopers riding by | [98] | [538] |
| The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing | [223] | |
| *The wind doth blow to-day, my love | [359] | [626] |
| The wind's on the wold | [465] | [660] |
| They are all gone into the world of light! | [283] | |
| They shut the road through the woods | [297] | |
| They stole her from the well | [549] | |
| *This ae nighte, this ae nighte | [264] | [598] |
| This city and this country | [66] | [525] |
| *This is the Key of the Kingdom | [3] | [497] [667] |
| This is the weather the cuckoo likes | [10] | |
| This Life, which seems so fair | [252] | [592] |
| This sailor knows of wondrous lands afar | [402] | [638] |
| Thou Fair-haired Angel of the Evening | [450] | |
| Though three men dwell on Flannan Isle | [415] | |
| Thou hast come from the old city | [340] | |
| Thou simple Bird what mak'st thou here to play? | [111] | |
| Time, you old gipsy man | [454] | |
| 'Tis the middle of night | [335] | [620] |
| 'Tis the voice of a sluggard; I heard him complain | [5] | [498] |
| To-day a rude brief recitative | [179] | [571] |
| Toll no bell for me, dear Father, dear Mother | [309] | [609] |
| *Tom o' Bedlam | [291] | |
| *Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your gray mare | [76] | [531] |
| To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er | [380] | [632] |
| *To yon fause stream | [423] | |
| Trafalgar | [177] | |
| *True Thomas lay oer yond grassy bank | [127] | [550] |
| Turnstile, The | [272] | |
| *Twa Corbies, The | [109] | |
| *Twa Sisters, The | [441] | |
| 'Twas on a Holy Thursday | [66] | |
| Two Swans, The | [299] | |
| Tyger! Tyger! burning bright | [98] | [538] |
| Underneath an old oak tree | [611] | |
| Under the after-sunset sky | [113] | |
| Under the greenewood tree | [143] | |
| Upon a dark ball spun in Time | [295] | |
| Upon a Sabbath-day it fell | [468] | [663] |
| Upon my lap my sovereign sits | [22] | |
| Up the airy mountain | [122] | [548] |
| Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away! | [276] | |
| *Wae's me, wae's me | [332] | [615] |
| Wake, all the dead! | [596] | |
| War Song, A | [167] | |
| Was it the sound of a footfall I heard? | [608] | |
| Waterfowl, To a | [113] | |
| Water Lady, The | [295] | |
| *We are three Brethren come from Spain | [346] | |
| We be the King's men, hale and hearty | [175] | [570] |
| Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan | [440] | |
| Weep, weep, ye woodmen! | [81] | [532] |
| Weep you no more, sad fountain | [282] | |
| *Wee Wee Man, The | [293] | |
| *Welcome, fayre chylde, what is thy name? | [28] | [512] |
| We wandered to the Pine Forest | [156] | |
| We were young, we were merry | [318] | |
| Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy? | [35] | [516] |
| What bird so sings, yet so does wail? | [15] | [503] |
| What, hast thou run thy Race? Art going down? | [451] | [652] |
| What if some little paine the passage have | [190] | |
| What is there hid in the heart of a rose | [151] | [561] |
| What is this life if, full of care | [145] | |
| What noise of viols is so sweet | [81] | |
| What shall I your true-love tell | [262] | [596] |
| What wondrous life is this I lead! | [149] | |
| What, you are stepping westward? | [456] | [655] |
| When cats run home and light is come | [105] | [541] |
| When I am dead, my dearest | [279] | [605] |
| When I crept over the hill, broken with tears | [275] | |
| When I did wake this morn from sleep | [7] | |
| When I sailed out of Baltimore | [95] | |
| When Isicles hang by the wall | [246] | [591] |
| *When I was bound apprentice | [204] | |
| When I was but thirteen or so | [375] | [629] |
| When men were all asleep the snow came flying | [234] | [586] |
| When my mother died I was very young | [42] | |
| When night is o'er the wood | [541] | |
| When once the sun sinks in the west | [454] | |
| When she sleeps | [263] | |
| When that I was and a little tinie boy | [224] | [584] |
| When the cock begins to crow | [553] | |
| When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy | [198] | [576] |
| When the lamp is shattered | [258] | |
| When the Present has latched its postern | [455] | [653] |
| When these old woods were young | [53] | [521] |
| When the sheep are in the fauld | [362] | |
| When the voices of children are heard on the green | [453] | [652] |
| When the words rustle no more | [40] | |
| When we lay where Budmouth Beach is | [176] | [570] |
| Where are you going, Master mine? | [355] | |
| Where are your Oranges? | [175] | [569] |
| Where do the gipsies come from? | [80] | [532] |
| Where on the wrinkled stream the willows lean | [106] | [542] |
| Where shall the lover rest | [279] | |
| Where the Bee sucks, there suck I | [121] | |
| Where the pools are bright and deep | [141] | |
| Where the remote Bermudas ride | [381] | [633] |
| Where thou dwellest, in what Grove | [112] | |
| While I sit at the door | [487] | [666] |
| While Morpheus thus does gently lay | [467] | [663] |
| Whither, midst falling dew? | [113] | |
| Who calls? Who calls? Who? | [120] | [548] |
| Who can live in heart so glad | [146] | |
| Who feasts tonight? | [132] | [554] |
| Who'll walk the fields with us to town? | [141] | |
| *Who's at my window? | [597] | |
| Whose Woods these are I think I know | [587] | |
| *Who—Who—the bride will be? | [105] | |
| *Why does your brand so drop wi' blood | [430] | [646] |
| Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled | [171] | |
| *Widdecombe Fair | [76] | |
| *Wife of Usher's Well, The | [445] | |
| Will you come? | [460] | |
| Witch's Ballad, The | [324] | |
| With blackest moss the flower-plots | [314] | [609] |
| With deep affection and recollection | [210] | [582] |
| With how sad steps, O Moon | [463] | |
| *Wolcum be thu, hevene kyng | [244] | [589] |
| World of Light, The | [283] | |
| *Wraggle Taggle Gipsies, The | [79] | |
| Wull ye come in eärly Spring | [461] | |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon | [50] | |
| Ye buds of Brutus' land, courageous youths | [168] | [566] |
| Ye have been fresh and green | [219] | |
| Yes, I remember Adlestrop | [102] | |
| *Yet if His Majesty our sovereign lord | [484] | |
| Young Love lies sleeping | [368] | [628] |
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