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Woman's Inconstancy.

Woman's Question, A.

Woodman, Spare That Tree... Wynken, Blynken and Nod....

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.R. Ayton 13

.A. A. Procter 267

.G. P. Morris 242 .E. Field 117

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!).
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound..

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188

55

A life on the ocean wave.

290

Ah, Life, what art thou?.

A man said unto his Angel.

A simple child..

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers.

A thousand years of glory.

Ah! the May was grand this mornin'!.

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371

245

189

20

87

All lonely and cold, in the sepulchre slumber...
Among the beautiful pictures.

384

65

Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be..

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone.

As the little white hearse went glimmering by...

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Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight...

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Burly, dozing humblebee!..

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By the flow of the inland river.

120

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream..

193

Christmas is here..

341

Close his eyes; his work is done!.

21

Come, let us plant the apple-tree...

37

Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer..
Come, sing us a song-a hot one, too!.....

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394

Day by day the Organ-Builder in his lonely chamber wrought.

Do

ye think of the days that are gone, Jeanie.. Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing.

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379

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Fare thee well! and if for ever...

Farewell!-but whenever you welcome the hour....
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will....
From the wave-washed strand of the Golden Land..

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236

114

344

"Give me a motto!" said a youth.. "Give us a song!" the soldiers cried.

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311

God buried in a woman's soul...

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God! do not let my loved one die.

214

God of our fathers, known of old.

195

God spoke to her, and so she fell asleep.

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105

Half a league, half a league..

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315

120

Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?.. 167
Hear the sledges with the bells........

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193

341

Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple
were dark..

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21

37

236

394

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child-
hood.

Her that yer Honor was spakin' to? Whin, yer
Honor? last year...

334

370

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

224

90

I am monarch of all I survey.

72

379

I called the boy to my knee one day.

348

29

I haf got a leedle boy....

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285

190

I have had playmates, I have had companions.
I lent my love a book one day...

199

84

291

I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls.

202

I long have been puzzled to guess.

294

49

I love it, I love it! and who shall dare.

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236

114

344

292

311

88

214

195

I loved thee once, I'll love no more.

I remember, I remember...

I said one year ago..

I saw him once before.

I shot an arrow into the air.

I walk down the Valley of Silence.
I wonder what she's dreaming 'bout.
I wrote some lines once on a time.
If I had known, in the morning.

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181

18

172

200

282

345

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289

109

If I had thought thou couldst have died.

369

134

If I should die to-night...

298

136

237

If thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance..
If you have a friend worth loving.

279

400

150

I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary.

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I'm wearing awa',

Jean...

In a city stamped with plenty..

In sweetest blush of maiden bloom..

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287

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John Mann had a wife who was kind and true...

380

Lady Clara Vere de Vere...

317

Last night I lay a sleeping.

346

Leetla Joe he always say.

Let me go to my home in the far distant west..
Life! I know not what thou art....

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381

17

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay..
Lord, from far several climes we come.

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the

Lord!.....

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My country, 'tis of thee...

300

"My sister'll be down in a minute, and says for you

to wait if you please..

158

My son, thou wast my heart's delight.

349

Near the camp-fire's flickering light...
Near the lake where drooped the willow.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.

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