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There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe

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There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her

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There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest
There's not a nook within this silent Pass

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They are all gone into the world of light!

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They are waiting on the shore

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They flee from me that sometime did me seek.

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They seem'd, to those who saw them meet

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They that have power to hurt and will do none

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They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead

They all were looking for a king

This ae nighte, this ae nighte.

This hinder yeir I hard be tald

This is a spray the Bird clung to
This little vault, this narrow room.
This winter's weather it waxeth cold

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Thou art to all lost love the best

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness.

Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies

Though beauty be the mark of praise

Three years she grew in sun and shower.

Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my

way

Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts

Throw away Thy rod

Thus the Mayne glideth

Thus when the silent grave becomes

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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts

Thy restless feet now cannot go

Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep
Tiger, tiger, burning bright

Time is the feather'd thing

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old.

To mute and to material things
To my true king I offer'd free from stain
To the Ocean now I fly .

To those whom death again
did wed
To-day, all day, I rode upon the down
To-night retired, the queen of heaven

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Too late for love, too late for joy

779

Too solemn for day, too sweet for night.

639

Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles.

812

True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank

367

Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet

sweet?

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Under the wide and starry sky

Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward.

Underneath this myrtle shade.

Underneath this sable herse

Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!

-Up the airy mountain

Upon my lap my sovereign sits

Urns and odours bring away!.

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We, that did nothing study but the way.

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Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee

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Were I as base as is the lowly plain
Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love

What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade

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What is your substance, whereof are you made
What needs complaints .

What nymph should I admire or trust

What should I say?

What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see

What was he doing, the great god Pan

When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked.

When, Cœlia, must my old day set

When daisies pied and violets blue.
When, dearest, I but think of thee.
When Death to either shall come
When Delia on the plain appears
When God at first made Man

When I am dead, my dearest

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When I consider how my light is spent.

When I have borne in memory what has tamed
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I survey the bright

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When icieles hang by the wall

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When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes
"When in the chronicle of wasted time

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When Jessie comes with her soft breast.

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When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year
'When like the early rose

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When Love arose in heart and deed

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When our two souls stand up erect and strong

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When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies

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When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces

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When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces

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When the lamp is shatter'd

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When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When the world is burning

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When thy beauty appears

When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought.

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When we were idlers with the loitering rills

When you and I have play'd the little hour

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
Whenas in silks my Julia goes

Where, like a pillow on a bed

Where the bee sucks, there suck I.

Where the pools are bright and deep

Where the remote Bermudas ride

Whether on Ida's shady brow

While that the sun with his beams hot

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding

Who hath his fancy pleased

Who is it that, this dark night

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Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant

Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude

Why, having won her, do I woo? .

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why

Why I tie about thy wrist

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

Why, why repine, my pensive friend

Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun

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With margerain gentle

With all my will, but much against my heart

With blackest moss the flower-plots

With deep affection

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

With leaden foot Time creeps along

With lifted feet, hands still

Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May

Wouldst thou hear what Man can say

Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart

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Ye have been fresh and green.

'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end

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Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more

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You must be sad; for though it is to Heaven

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