INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A Chieftain to the Highlands bound.
A child's a plaything for an hour

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.202

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by.

.285

A slumber did my spirit seal

199

A weary lot is thine, fair maid

192

A wet sheet and a flowing sea

.174

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay.
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears.
Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones

Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead
Behold her, single in the field

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..283

.211

.254

Best and brightest, come away

246

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away

.263

Break, break, break

.313

Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood

.284

...256

Clear and cool, clear and cool

..227

Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace

.285

Drink to me only with thine eyes

..184

Does the road wind up-hill all the way

..276

Earl March look'd on his dying child
Earth has not anything to show more fair

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.288

Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat

.276

First I salute this soil of the blessed, river and rock.... 80
Friends, hear the words my wondering thoughts would

God made sech nights, all white an' still

.292

Had I but plenty of money.

.178

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit

.235

Half a league, half a league

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Hark, Hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings

.186

He clasps the crag with hooked hands

.241

He is gone on the mountain

.216

Hence, loathed Melancholy

.339

Hence, vain deluding Joys

.344

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he

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I strove with none, for none was worth the strife

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If thou must love me, let it be for nought

.279

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King
King Charles, and who'll do him right now

Little I ask; my wants are few

.262

.263

..307

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes..
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
Music, when soft voices die

.291

.286

.278

.330

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

.354

.255

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died

away

..260

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Now the last day of many days

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.248

O blithe new-comer! I have heard

.240

O Brignall banks are wild and fair

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O Captain, My Captain! our fearful trip is done

.215

O Friend! I know not which way I must look

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

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.185

O talk not to me of a name great in story

.195

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son

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

.352

O World! O Life! O Time

.329

Of a' the airts the wind can blaw.

.187

Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the

North

78

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west

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On a Poet's lips I slept

.335

Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee

.289

One more unfortunate

217

One word is too often profaned

.190

On Linden, when the sun was low

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On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-
two

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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd..328
Out upon it, I have loved

292

Proud Maisie is in the wood

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Rough Wind, that moanest loud

..329

St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was.

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Say not the struggle nought availeth
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled