She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie .. She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh... She stood alone amidst the April fields.... She stood breast high amid the corn 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.......
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 wingéd 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. away"
The midges dance aboon the burn
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year.
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 Success had made him more than king. Sure, to the mansions of the blest Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright Sweetest of all childlike dreams
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies!.. Sweet-scented flower! who 'rt wont to bloom..
There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet....
The bard has sung, God never formed a soul.... The birds, when winter shades the sky.... 165 They are all gone into the world of light.. 33
The winds that once the Argo bore. The wind was whispering to the vines..... 305 The word of the Lord by night.... The world is too much with us; late and
They gave the whole long day to idle laughter....
303 They sat and combed their beautiful hair.. 292 They that have power to hurt and will do
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 40 Thou art, O God! the life and light.... 124 Thou blossom bright with autumn dew... 189 Thou Grace Divine, encircling all.. 245 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..
Three fishers went sailing out into the west 249 Three Poets, in three distant ages born 46 Threescore o' nobles rade up the king's ha' 78 Three years she grew in sun and shower.. 100 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
"T is the middle of night by the castle clock 110 To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
To him who in the love of Nature holds... 187 Toll for the brave !...
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