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Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren.
Cease your music, gentle swains
Come away, come away, death
Come sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Come worthy Greek, Ulysses, come .
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together
Dark, deep, and cold the current flows
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
First shall the heavens want starry light
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
God Lyæus, ever young
God prosper, speed, and save
Go, lovely rose
Good morrow to the day so fair
Happy the man whose wish and care
Happy those early days, when I
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark how the birds do sing
Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come
Hence, all you vain delights
How delicious is the winning
How happy is he born and taught
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
How sweet I roamed from field to field
If I freely can discover
If I had thought thou could'st have died
If love be life, I long to die
If Love his arrows shoot so fast
If thou wilt ease thine heart
If to be absent were to be
I got me flowers to strew thy way
I have had playmates, I have had companions.
I love, and he loves me again
In a drear-nighted December
In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept
In the days of old
In time of yore when shepherds dwelt
I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Lay a garland on my hearse
Life! I know not what thou art.
Like to Diana in her summer weed
Like to the falling of a star
Look not thou on beauty's charming.
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
Lord, thou hast given me a cell.
Love in fantastic triumph sat
Love in my bosom, like a bee
Margaret's beauteous-Grecian arts.
My silks and fine array
My soul, there is a country
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Not a druni was heard, not a funeral note
No! those days are gone away.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger
O blithe new-comer! I have heard
O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I
Of all the girls that are so smart
O, fly my soul! What hangs upon
O goodly hand
O happy dames, that may embrace
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom
Oh turn away those cruel eyes
Oh! what a pain is love
O mistress mine! where are you roaming
On a hill there grows a flower
One silent night of late
One word is too often profaned
On Linden, when the sun was low
O reader! hast thou ever stood to see
O ruddier than the cherry
O saw ye not fair Ines
Pack clouds away, and welcome day.
Phillis is my only joy.
Piping down the valleys wild
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread
See the chariot at hand here of Love.
Send home my long-strayed eyes to me
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Sing lullaby, as women do.
Still to be neat, still to be drest
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Sweet Phillis, if a silly swain
Sweet violets, Love's paradise, that spread
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
Tell me where is fancy bred
The earth late choked with flowers
The world's a bubble; and the life of man
They are all gone into the world of light
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Under the greenwood tree
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying
We watched her breathing through the night
Weep with me all you that read.
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells
When first mine eyes did view and mark
When I a verse shall make.
When lovely woman stoops to foily
When we two parted
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn
Where shall the lover rest
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether on Ida's shady brow
While that the sun with his beams hot
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Who is Silvia? what is she
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun.
Ye little birds that sit and sing
Ye mariners of England
You spotted snakes with double tongue