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Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling... 213 Here let me rest amid the bearded grass... 144 Here lies our sovereign Lord the King... 315 Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear. 262 Here she was wont to go! and here! ...... 401 Her eyes the glowworm lend thee. 253 Here you will find a more refreshing air... 437 He sat in silence on the ground
He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea
It is the hush of night, and all between...... 50
It's hame, and it's hame, hame fain wad I be 232
How? What? Mine ears
How wonderful is Death
Husband, husband, cease your strife.
Hush! tread softly, Cain
I am fading from you
I am monarch of all I survey
I am this fountain's god; below.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I can no more hold parley with impatience I charm thy life
I travelled on, seeing the hill where lay... 471 It was a dismal and a fearful night
It was a' for our rightfu' king
I come! I come! ye have called me long... 513 Idly, rajah, dost thou reason thus.
It was the winter wild
I do beseech you.....
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way 165
If we had not weighty cause
I had a dream, which was not all a dream 502 I have a boy sent by the gods
I have found peace in the bright earth. 138 I have had playmates, I have had companions
I have watched thee
It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground. It was roses, roses all the way.
I've often wished that I had clear
came into this house?. John Anderson, my jo, John... John Gilpin was a citizen.
Just where the parting bough's light sha-
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
Let other monarchs
Let others seek for empty joys
Let vanity adorn the marble tomb.
Like the first living leaf of some shed tree... 241
Long years!-It tries the thrilling frame to
In a saft simmer gloamin'.
Look how the flower, which lingeringly doth fade.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed... 267 In vain sedate reflections we would make... 324 In vain you tell your parting lover..
Lo! on the eastern summit, clad in gray... 122 Lo! the Dawn.
Love built a stately house, where Fortune
Love had he found in huts where poor men lie 110
Love in my bosom, like a bee
I prithee send me back my heart.
Love is eternal
I really take it very kind
Love-laden from the lighted west
Love still a boy, and oft a wanton, is Love still has something of the sea
Madam,-A stranger's purpose in these lays 484 "Make way for Liberty!" he cried Many a vanished year and age