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Days of my youth! ye have glided away,
Earth does not bear another wretch,


Far from my native land I stray,
Farewell the genial Seasons' pleasing reign,
Father of all, in every age,
For ever, from my boyhood, was my mind,
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul,
From chambers brighter than the day,
From his cot on the plain hied the shepherd swain,
From the bright portals of the west,
From the climes of the sun, all war-worn and weary,


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Go, lovely Rose,
Good.morrow to the day so fair!
Go, where the water glideth gently ever,
Hail, holy light, offspring of heav'n first-born,
Hail, orient sun, auspicious light,
Hail, roseate morn! returning light,
Hail to this teeming stage of strife,
Hark! not a breath of wind; no zephyr now,
Hark to the knell,
Hast thou seen, with flash incessant,
Heav'n! what enormous strength does Death possess !
Hence, away, thou syren, leave me!
How lonely is this wilder'd scene,
How lovely in the arch of heav'n,
How many new years have grown old,
How many thousands of my poorest subjects,
How smooth that lake expands its ample breast,
How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
How sweet it is in twilight shade,
How sweet, my friend, it is to rove,
Hush, hush, Eliza-hush, my love, nor wake,
I cannot weep, yet I can feel,
I climb'd the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn,
If dumb too long the drooping Muse hath stay'd,
If in Enchanter's shadowy hall,
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
I love to linger near the leafless wood,
In Persia's domain there once held his reign,
In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay,
In spring I visited this spot,
In the sightless air I dwell,
It is the Sabbath day-the day of rest,
It was a dreary place. The shallow brook,
It was a Friar of orders grey,
I wish I had a cottage snug and neat,

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Know'st thou the land of the mountain and flood, Page 191 Long years had elaps'd since I gaz'd on the scene,

355 Mild arch of promise ! on the evening sky,

336 Must it be? then farewell,

247 My banks they are furnish'd with bees,

280 My pensive Sarah! thy soft cheek reclin'd,

165 No child have I left, I must wander alone,

343 No fish stir in our heaving net,

178 November's chill and cheerless power,

255 Not a drum was heard, nor a fun'ral note,

3 Not a leaf of the tree which stood near me was stirr'd, Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul,

126 Now Spring returns, but not to me returns,

344 O'er breezy hill or woodland glade,

55 O'er the evils of life 'tis a folly to fret,

376 O fairest orb of heav'nly light,

72 Oft have I seen yon solitary man,

85 Of Leinster fam'd for maidens fair,

226 Oh, fly! 'tis dire Suspicion's mien,

338 Oh, Lady! breathe no sigh for those ! O Memory, thou fond deceiver,

177 Oh Wand'rer! would thy heart forget,

335 Oh! who the exquisite delight can tell,

349 Oh, yes, the sounds were sweet as those,

347 O sing unto my roundelay,

309 O spare this simple turf of love,

192 O take me to yon lonely grave,

297 O thou, whose bursting beams in glory rise,

70 On a wild moor, all brown and bleak,

371 On beds 'of snow the moonbeam slept,

101 Once, and not far from where those seats are seen, 24 Once in the flight of ages past,

114 On Linden, when the sun was low,

53 On, on to the just and glorious strife,

325 Our bugles sung truce; for the night-cloud had lower'd, 50 Pale, wither'd wanderer, seek not here,

23 Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

266 Poets may, with tuneful power,

21 Poor Mrs Levi had a luckless son,

365 Pour your tears wild and free,

120 Rear high thy bleak majestic hills,

182 Ruin seize thee, ruthless king,

239 Say, lovely dream, where could'st thou find,

221 Say, pensive youth, why heave that sigh,


Say, wilt thou write romantic tales, like Scott, Page 350 Scenes of my youth! ye once were dear,

146 Sequester'd fountain, ever pure !

157 She had a form, but í might talk till night,

28 Sighs, light, warm spirits ! in which air,

326 Slow in the east the wan cold moon arose,

163 Soft cherub of the southern breeze,

155 Softly the moonlight,

194 Soon shall I lay my head,

289 Stern winter has filed,

252 Sunk was the sun, and up the eastern heav'n,

357 Sweet be thy slumbers, sister dear,

11 Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire,

61 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,

183 Sweet flower, which now I cast away,

101 Sweet flowers ! that from your humble beds,

204 Sweet is the trance of slumber, sweet th' escape,

29 Sweet maid, if thou would'st charm my sight,

276 Sweet scenes of youth, to faithful memory dear,

105 Take, take away thy barb'rous hand,

179 Tell me, Eliza, must I yield,

177 Tell me, thou soul of her I love,

176 Tell me, where are the violets fied,

153 That sky of clouds is not the sky,

105 The breath of Spring is on thee, Aspley Wood

111 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

187 The flow'ry May now from her green lap throws, 382 The great Achilles, terror of the plain,

159 The hinds how blest who ne'er beguild,

88 The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left,

100 The moon had climb'd the highest hill,

384 The peak of yon mountain is shining in light,

363 The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower, 237 The rushing rivers that do run,

19 The scene was more beautiful far to my eye,

41 The sinking sun is taking leave,

351 The snow that crowns each mountain's brow,

321 The spearmen heard the bugle sound,

340 The Star of eve was bright-down the lone dell,

167 The sun of the morning,

287 The tears I shed must ever fall,

S29 The tumult of battle had ceas'd-high in air,

98 The wight whose tale these artless lines unfold,

136 The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere,

352 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,

84 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

80 There is a sigh-that half supprest,

17 There is a soft and fragrant hour,

1S There is a voice, of magic power,

1 They sin who tell us Love can die,


Think not 'cause men flatt’ring say,

Page 46 This gentleman and I,

881 Thou art looking on the face of night, my love, 324 Though never taught to measure space,

121 Though now the cruel Fates' decree,

278 Thou ling'ring star, with less’ning ray,

181 Thou lone companion of the spectred night,

248 'Tis midnight deep :-o'er all the vacant plains,

16 "Tis past! no more the summer blooms !

257 Tis sweet, when in the glowing west,

8 'Tis the last sweet smile of the evening sun,

288 To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,

152 To sigh, yet feel no pain,

302 To wed, or not to wed-that is the question,

378 Trust not, sweet soul, those curled waves of gold, 328 'Twas at the silent solemn hour,

134 'Twas eve's pensive twilight, the valley was grey,

35 'Twas night, and weary nature lulld asleep,

160 'Twas noon of night, when round the pole,

150 'Twas when the seas were roaring,

244 Two criminals, a Christian and a Jew,

380 Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand,

365 Unheeded emblem of the mind!

42 Upon a little dappled nag, whose mane,

132 Vision of bliss ! yet stay, ah, stay!

117 What beck’ning ghost along the moonlight shade, 222 What is Genius? 'tis a flame,

110 What is that smile that o'er the cheek,

18 What is th’existence of man's life,

32 When friendship or love,

205 When day has smild a soft farewell,

170 When from the blue sky traces of the day-light,

353 When lovely woman stoops to folly,

174 When marshall'd on the nightly plain,

199 When merry hearts were gay, When Music, heavenly maid, was young,

268 When should lovers breathe their vows?

271 When the black-letter'd list to the gods was presented, 260 When the fierce north-wind with his airy forces,

197 When the night-winds rock the sea-bird's nest,

95 Where Loch-Mary roars round its mountainous shores, 282 While chatting at a neighbour's door,

367 While thou at even-tide art roaming,

125 Whither, 'midst falling dew,

171 Whoe'er our stage examines, must excuse,

377 Who, in this world of care and strife,

261 Who is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes, 210 Who may she be, this beauteous, smiling maid,



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Page 110 With burning bosom, and with tearful eyes,

142 Ye glorious pageants ! hung in air,

78 Ye hills of my country, soft-fading in blue,

33 Ye palaces, cities, groves, forests, and glades,

254 Ye waving woods! ye hills !

285 Ye winds, whose sounding pinions sweep,

312 Yes, sweet's the delight, when our blushes impart, 263 You ask me why unseen I stray,

37 Zephyr, whither art thou straying?


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