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I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, 466

If all the world and love were young, 122

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, 459

If doughty deeds my lady please, 469

If I had thought thou couldst have died, 604

'If I were dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child!', 761

If rightly tuneful bards decide, 461

If the quick spirits in your eye, 290

If the red slayer think he slays, 672

If there were dreams to sell, 667

If thou must love me, let it be for naught, 685

If thou wilt ease thine heart, 666

If to be absent were to be, 344

If you go over desert and mountain, 830

In a drear-nighted December, 632

In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay, 45

In a quiet water'd land, a land of roses, 849

In a valley of this restles mind, 24

In after days when grasses high, 826

In Clementina's artless mien, 568

In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept, 46

In Scarlet town, where I was born, 389

In somer when the shawes be sheyne, 22

In the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands, 768

In the highlands, in the country places, 847

In the hour of death, after this life's whim, 883

In the hour of my distress, 275

In the merry month of May, 73

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, 550

Into the silver night, 845

Into the skies, one summer's day, 756

Is it so small a thing, 754

It fell about the Martinmas, 374

It fell in the ancient periods, 670

It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day, 377

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, 521

It is an ancient Mariner, 549

It is not, Celia, in our power, 405

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh, 649

It is not growing like a tree, 194

It is not to be thought of that the flood, 526

It is the miller's daughter, 701

It was a dismal and a fearful night, 352

It was a lover and his lass, 137