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I am monarch of all I survey
I be the milkmaïd o' the farm
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
I have two nights watched with you
I heard a thousand blended notes
I knew a soft-eyed lady, from a noble foreign land
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
I say to thee, do thou repeat
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he
I think of thee, my sister
I wandered lonely as a cloud
I watched a rose-bud very long
I would build a cloudy house
If by your art, my dearest father, you have .
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It was many and many a year ago
It was when from Spain across the main
Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier
King of kings and Lord of lords!
Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth
Land of my birth, O Britain, land beloved
Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom
Lo! we bring with us the hero
Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is
Man is permitted much to scan, and learn
Meary Ann wer alwone, wi' her beäby in eärms
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour
Mountain gorses, ever golden
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night.
Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are 282
O where have ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm rule
Oh ask not, hope not, thou too much
Oh deem not they are blest alone
Oh many are the beauteous isles
Oh righteous doom, that they who make.
Oh weary in the morning
One by one the sands are flowing
One more Unfortunate
Patriots have toiled, and in their country's cause
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Poor Jenny wer her Robert's bride
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Rich and royal Italy
Sabrina fair, listen where thou art sitting.
So on he fares, and to the border comes
So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine
Speak the speech, I pray you
Stern daughter of the Voice of God!
Stop, Mortal! here thy brother lies.
Stranger! if e'er thy ardent step hath traced
Sweet echo, sweetest nymph! that liv'st unseen
Tell me not in mournful numbers
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold
That you have wronged me doth appear in this
The butter an' the cheese weel stowit they be
The hills all glowed with a festive light
The infant lies in blessed ease.
The king is come; deal mildly with his youth
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
The sea! the sea! the open sea
The star that bids the shepherd fold
The stream was smooth as glass
The sun hath ridden into the sky
The sun rises bright in France
The world is too much with us; late and soon
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin
There is a flower, the lesser celandine.
There was a sound of revelry by night
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good
These beauteous forms
They glide upon their endless way
They met me in the day of success
Through Erin's isle
Thy thrice noble cousin, Harry Bolingbroke
'Tis the midnight hour-the beauteous sea
To do what service am I sent for hither?
To heroism and holiness.
To horse, to horse, Sir Nicholas ! the clarion's note is high
Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold
Violet! sweet violet ! .
We have two nights watched with you
We watched her breathing through the night