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It lies around us like a cloud.
It stands in a sunny meadow
It was a friar of orders gray ..
It was the winter wild....

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking
I've wandered east, I've wandered west ..
I wandered by the brookside

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile!
I worship thee, sweet Will of God!....... 239
I would be ready, Lord

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I would have gone; God bade me stay....
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay.

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Laid in my quiet bed..................

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Late to our town there came a maid
Launch thy bark, mariner!.......
Lest men suspect your tale untrue...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds..
Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy
Let us go, lassie, go.....

Life! I know not what thou art.

Life may be given in many ways.

Like some vision olden.

Like to the falling of a star...

Listen, my children, and you shall hear.
Little thinks, in the field, you red-cloaked

clown

Lo, here is God, and there is God!....................
Long years ago I wandered here
Lo! o'er the earth the kindling spirits pour
Looking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands
the fortress, old and quaint
Lord call thy pallid angel...
Lord, it belongs not to my care.
Love divine, all other love excelling..
Love, when all these years are silent, van-
ished quite and laid to rest......

Jesus, lover of my soul.

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John Davidson and Tib his wife
Judge not; the workings of his brain
Just for a handful of silver he left us...... 207
Just where the Treasury's marble front...

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Maiden with the meek, brown eyes......
Make me no vows of constancy, dear friend
Methinks it is good to be here...
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may

roam......

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248 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea........ 117
290 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. 152
No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do
change.

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Not in the world of light alone.
Not often to the parting soul

Midwinter comes to-morrow
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!...
Mine be a cot beside the hill..

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming

of the Lord....

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Not ours the vows of such as plight..
Not yet, the flowers are in my path..

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Mont Blane is the monarch of mountains.. 126
More than the soul of ancient song is given. 263.
My child is lying on my knees.
My days among the dead are passed
My dear and only love, I pray.

My hawk is tired of perch and hood
My life is like the summer rose
My mind to me a kingdom is

My sins and follies, Lord! by thee...
Mysterious night! when our first parent
knew

O Artist, range not over-wide.

O, ask not, hope thou not, too much.
O blithe new-comer! I have heard...
O blushing flowers of Krumley!

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes.

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

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Of all amusements for the mind.

Of all the thoughts of God that are........
Oft has it been my lot to mark..

Of them who, rapt in earth so cold

Of this fair volume which we World do

name...

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O Land, of every land the best..
O lassie ayont the hill!..

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might.
200 O Love Divine, of all that is
242 | O lull me, lull me, charming air.
335 | O Mary, at thy window be !

90 | O Mary, go and call the cattle home...
O may I join the choir invisible.
Once, in the flight of ages past.

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Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands.... 189
One day, nigh weary of the irksome way.
One day to Helbeck I had strolled
One sweetly welcome thought
One word is too often profaned..
On thy fair bosom, silver lake.

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Open the temple-gates unto my love...
O Saviour! whose mercy, severe in its kind-

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O, sing unto my roundelay"

O stream descending to the sea..

0, sweet and fair! O, rich and rare!

O that those lips had language! Life has
passed...

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O thou, great Friend to all the sons of men 239
O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear! 124
O, timely happy, timely wise

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O unseen Spirit! now a calm divine
Our Mary liket weel to stray

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28 Out upon the unknown deep.
105, Over hill, over dale

152 Over the mountains...

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Over the mountain wave, see where they

come

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Over the river they beckon to me

0, waly, waly up the bank...

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Nearer, my God, to thee...

O, weel may the boatie row,
O, what will a' the lads do

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Never, surely, was holier man

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Next to these ladies, but in naught allied.
Night seems troubled and scarce asleep 314
No abbey's gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops 235
No longer spread the sail!

0,why should the spirit of mortal be proud? 149
O yet we trust that somehow good.
0, young Lochinvar is come out of the
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No mistress of the hidden skill

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Pause not to dream of the future before us 175
Pipe, little minstrels of the waning year... 297
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire..
Put the broidery-frame away ......

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Queen, and huntress, chaste and fair......
Quiet from God! It cometh not to still..

Remember us poor Mayers all!
Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath
bells!...

Saith the white owl to the martin folk....
See, from this counterfeit of him...
Send down thy winged angel, God!
Serene, I fold my hands and wait..
Shall I tell you whom I love?.
She doth tell me where to borrow..
"She is dead!" they said to him. "Come
away"

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Sweet-voiced Hope, thy fine discourse
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at even-
ing's close

Sweet wind, fair wind, where have you
been?....

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The midges dance aboon the burn
The music-lesson of Koung-tseu the wise... 331
The night is come; like to the day.......... 29
The night was dark, though sometimes a
faint star.....

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She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie.. 145
She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh... 266
She stood alone amidst the April fields.... 291
She stood breast high amid the corn ...... 161
She stood in the harvest-field at noon..... 271
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight.
She wearies with an ill unknown.
Silent nymph, with curious eye!..
Sitting all day in a silver mist
Slave of the dark and dirty mine!.
Slayer of winter, art thou here again?.
Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Slowly, by God's hand unfurled...
Snow was glistening on the mountains, but
the air was that of June....
So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blow-
ing
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the
air

The night was made for cooling shade..... 287
54 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower... 280
327 The perfect sight of duty; thought which
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind....
Ten years! and to my waking eye...
That house's form within was rude and
strong

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That regal soul I reverence, in whose eyes.
That time of year thou mayst in me be-
hold...

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There was once a gentle time

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St. Agnes' Eve,-ah, bitter chill it was!.. 129
Steer hither, steer your wingéd pines......
Stern daughter of the voice of God! ......
Still sits the school-house by the road....
Still to be neat, still to be drest....
Strike the loved harp; let the prelude be.. 339 The rich man's son inherits lands.
Success had made him more than king..
The salt wind blows upon my cheek.
Sure, to the mansions of the blest
The sea is calling, calling,
Sweet Day, so cool, so calin, so bright
Sweetest of all childlike dreams
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!......
Sweet-scented flower! who 'rt wont to
bloom.

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The birds must know. Who wisely sings. 295
The conference-meeting through at last... 285
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.. 60
The curtains were half drawn, the floor
was swept

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Ere I sink to sleep.... 208
The day is ended.
The day was dark, save when the beam... 142
The fairest action of our human life ...... 13
The frugal snail, with forecast of repose..
The glories of our blood and state..
The golden sea its mirror spreads.
The gowan glitters on the sward..
The grass hung wet on Rydal banks.
The island lies nine leagues away

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The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair... 150
The Jester shook his head and bells, and
leaped upon a chair

The leaves have fallen from the trees....
The lift is high and blue..

The Lord descended from above
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The melancholy days are come, the saddest
of the year...

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The pilgrim and stranger, who, through the
day.

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The rain has ceased, and in my room..
The rain is o'er. How dense and bright.. 147
There are gains for all our losses..

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There are in this loud stunning tide..
There is a land of pure delight...

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There is no flock, however watched and
tended

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There is not in this wide world a valley so
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There the most dainty paradise on ground.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and

stream

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These withered hands are weak.

The shadows lay along Broadway
The sky is thick upon the sea.
The solemn wood had spread..

The sparrow sits and sings, and sings.
The splendor falls on castle alls
The sun is warm, the sky is clear.

The thoughts are strange that crowd into
my brain......

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The time so tranquil is and clear..

The tree of deepest root is found..

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The weather-leech of the topsail shivers... 311

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The western waves of ebbing day.
The wild November comes at last..
The wind ahead, the billows high.

17 The winds that once the Argo bore .

The wind was whispering to the vines..... 305
The word of the Lord by night...

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The world is too much with us; late and

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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on
the fold.

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The bard has sung, God never formed a
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The birds, when winter shades the sky.... 165 They are all gone into the world of light.. 33

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

They gave the whole long day to idle
laughter....

They sat and combed their beautiful hair..
They that have power to hurt and will do

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Thine eyes still shone for me, though far..
Think me not unkind and rude..
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets fain
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire...
This only grant me, that my means may lie
Thou art, O God! the life and light.......
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew...
Thou Grace Divine, encircling all..
Thought is deeper than all speech
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie.. 145
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray....
Thou singest by the gleaming isles.......
Thou, who didst stoop below.

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Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Three Poets, in three distant ages born ...
Threescore o' nobles rade up the king's ha'
Three years she grew in sun and shower..
Thrice happy she that is so well assured...
Thy banks were bonnie, Yarrow stream...
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright

Till the slow daylight pale....
"T is a story told by Kalidasa

Too late I stayed, forgive the crime

Touch us gently, Time!

"T was when the wan leaf frae the birk-

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'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock 110

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

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To him who in the love of Nature holds... 187
Toll for the brave !....

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Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee.
Two dark-eyed maids, at shut of day................ 190
Two wandering angels, Sleep and Death... 232
Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we
strain.......

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Under the greenwood-tree..

Unto the glory of thy Holy Name.
Up on the breezy headland the fisherman's
grave they made...

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Upon the white sea-sand

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Venemous thorns that are so sharp and keen

Walking thus towards a pleasant grove....
Was it the chime of a tiny bell...
We are all here....

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What! our petitions spurned! The prayer 158
What was he doing, the great god Pan
When all is done and said.

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When coldness wraps this suffering clay
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought

When Freedom from her mountain height. 156
When God at first made man

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We count the broken lyres that rest

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We left the city, street and square...

We knew it would rain, for all the morn... 283
What ails this heart o' mine?
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What is it fades and flickers in the fire.... 275

When I consider how my light is spent
When I have said my quiet say....

When in disgrace with fortune and men's

eyes....

When Israel, of the Lord beloved
When love with unconfined wings
When maidens such as Hester die
When marshalled on the nightly plain..

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When on my ear your loss was knelled.... 229
When the grass shall cover me...

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When the sheep are in the fauld, and the
kye come hane..

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Where does Circumstance end, and Provi-
dence, where begins it?

Where honor or where conscience does not
bind..

Where the bee sucks, there lurk I....
Where the Great Lake's sunn smiles
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether on Ida's shady brow....
While sauntering through the crowded
street...

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Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power..
Whither, midst falling dew
Whoe'er she be...

Who knoweth life but questions death....
Why should I, with a mournful, morbid
spleen...

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing..
With blackest moss the flower-plots..
With deep affection

With fingers weary and worn

With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st
the skies

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Within his sober realm o. leafless trees.... 279
Within the sunlit forest
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Wouldst thou hear what man can say...... 19

You meaner beauties of the night.
You say, but with no touch of scorn-

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Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams...... 163
Ye banks and braes and streams around...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Ye say they all have passed away.........
Yes, faith is a goodly anchor

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You knew, who knew not Astrophel?
You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's
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