A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by

A mile behind is Gloucester town

A sensitive plant in a garden grew
A simple child.

A sonnet is a moment's monument

A spirit haunts the year's last hours
A sweet disorder in the dress

A wanderer is man from his birth

A weary lot is thine, fair maid
A wet sheet and a flowing sea

A great while ago, there was a school-boy
A king lived long ago.

A wind came up out of the sea

Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

About Glenkindie and his man

Across the narrow beach we flit,.

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Ah! Country Guy, the hour is nigh,

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Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,

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Ah, how I pity the young dead who gave

Art thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers?

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,

As a twig trembles, which a bird

As on my bed at dawn I mus'd and pray'd,

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;

At midnight, in his guarded tent,

At Paris it was, at the opera there;-

At sixteen years she knew no care

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weep-

Atropos, dread

Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughtered Saints, whose

Because on the branch that is tapping my

pane

Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe
Behold her, single in the field,

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Believe me,
if all those endearing young charms
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Between the sunken sun and the new moon
Bid me to live, and I will live

Birds are singing round my window,

Blessings on thee, little man,

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain

"Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Burly, dozing humblebee

Bury the Great Duke

By the rude bridge that arched the flood

By what word's power, the key of paths untrod
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren

Call me no more

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Calme was the day, and through the trembling

ayre

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Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night

Come, listen to me, you gallants so free
Come live with me and be my Love

Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged; 't is at

a white heat now

Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace
Come to me in my dreams, and then
"Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen'
Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile!
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet

Could ye come back to me Douglas, Douglas.
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the
land

Crabbed Age and Youth.

Creep into thy narrow bed

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a

Cyriack, this three years' day, these eyes
though clear

Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench
Dark as the clouds of even
Daughter of Jove, relentless power
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days

Day breaks on England down the Kentish hills
Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east
Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the

Death, be not proud, though some have called
thee.

Death stands above me, whispering low
Death, thou 'rt a cordial old and rare; .
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my bro-
thers

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?