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| I. |
FAITH AND DESPONDENCY |
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'The winter wind is loud and wild |
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| II. |
STARS |
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Ah! why, because the dazzling sun |
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| III. |
THE PHILOSOPHER |
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Enough of thought, philosopher! |
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| IV. |
REMEMBRANCE |
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Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee |
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| V. |
A DEATH-SCENE |
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'O Day! he cannot die |
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| VI. |
SONG |
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The linnet in the rocky dells |
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| VII. |
ANTICIPATION |
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How beautiful the earth is still |
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| VIII. |
THE PRISONER |
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In the dungeon-crypts idly did I stray |
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| IX. |
HOPE |
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Hope was but a timid friend |
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| X. |
A DAY DREAM |
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On a sunny brae alone I lay |
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| XI. |
TO IMAGINATION |
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When weary with the long day's care |
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| XII. |
HOW CLEAR SHE SHINES |
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How clear she shines! How quietly |
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| XIII. |
SYMPATHY |
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There should be no despair for you |
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| XIV. |
PLEAD FOR ME |
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Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now |
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| XV. |
SELF-INTERROGATION |
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'The evening passes fast away |
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| XVI. |
DEATH |
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Death! that struck when I was most confiding |
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| XVII. |
STANZAS TO —— |
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Well, some may hate, and some may scorn |
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| XVIII. |
HONOUR'S MARTYR |
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The moon is full this winter night |
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| XIX. |
STANZAS |
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I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me |
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| XX. |
MY COMFORTER |
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Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught |
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| XXI. |
THE OLD STOIC |
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Riches I hold in light esteem |
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| I. |
A little while, a little while |
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| II. |
THE BLUEBELL |
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The Bluebell is the sweetest flower |
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| III. |
Loud without the wind was roaring |
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| IV. |
Shall earth no more inspire thee |
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| V. |
THE NIGHT-WIND |
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In summer's mellow midnight |
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| VI. |
'Aye—there it is! it wakes to-night |
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| VII. |
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP |
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Love is like the wild rose-brier |
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| VIII. |
THE ELDER'S REBUKE |
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'Listen! When your hair, like mine |
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| IX. |
THE WANDERER FROM THE FOLD |
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How few, of all the hearts that loved |
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| X. |
WARNING AND REPLY |
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In the earth—the earth—thou shalt be laid |
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| XI. |
LAST WORDS |
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I knew not 'twas so dire a crime |
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| XII. |
THE LADY TO HER GUITAR |
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For him who struck thy foreign string |
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| XIII. |
THE TWO CHILDREN |
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Heavy hangs the rain-drop |
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| XIV. |
Child of delight, with sun-bright hair |
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| XV. |
THE VISIONARY |
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Silent is the house: all are laid asleep |
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| XVI. |
ENCOURAGEMENT |
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I do not weep; I would not weep |
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| XVII. |
STANZAS |
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Often rebuked, yet always back returning |
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| XVIII. |
No coward soul is mine |
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O God of heaven! The dream of horror |
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| II. |
SONG |
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Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill |
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| III. |
Cold, clear, and blue the morning heaven |
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| IV. |
Tell me, tell me, smiling child |
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| V. |
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending |
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| VI. |
The night of storms has past |
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| VII. |
I saw thee, child, one summer day |
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| VIII. |
The battle had passed from the height |
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| IX. |
Alone I sat; the summer day |
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| X. |
The night is darkening round me |
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| XI. |
I'll come when thou art saddest |
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| XII. |
I would have touched the heavenly key |
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| XIII. |
Now trust a heart that trusts in you |
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| XIV. |
Sleep brings no joy to me |
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| XV. |
Strong I stand, though I have borne |
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| XVI. |
O Mother! I am not regretting |
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| XVII. |
Awake, awake! how loud the stormy morning |
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| XVIII. |
O wander not so far away! |
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| XIX. |
Why do I hate that lone green dell? |
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| XX. |
GLENEDEN'S DREAM |
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Tell me, whether it is winter? |
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| XXI. |
It's over now; I've known it all |
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| XXII. |
SONG |
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This shall be thy lullaby |
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| XXIII. |
'Twas one of those dark, cloudy days |
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| XXIV. |
DOUGLAS RIDE |
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Well narrower draw the circle round |
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| XXV. |
SONG |
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What rider up Gobeloin's glen |
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| XXVI. |
SONG |
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Geraldine, the moon is shining |
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| XXVII. |
Where were ye all? and where wert thou? |
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| XXVIII. |
Light up thy halls! 'Tis closing day |
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| XXIX. |
O dream, where art thou now? |
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| XXX. |
How still, how happy! These are words |
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| XXXI. |
The night was dark, yet winter breathed |
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| XXXII. |
THE ABSENT ONE |
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From our evening fireside now |
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| XXXIII. |
TO THE BLUEBELL |
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Sacred watcher, wave thy bells! |
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| XXXIV. |
The busy day has hurried by |
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| XXXV. |
And now the house dog stretched once more |
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| XXXVI. |
Come hither, child; who gifted thee |
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| XXXVII. |
How long will you remain? The midnight hour |
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| XXXVIII. |
Fair sinks the summer evening now |
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| XXXIX. |
The wind I hear it sighing |
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| XL. |
That wind, I used to hear it swelling |
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| XLI. |
Thy sun is near meridian height |
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| XLII. |
Far, far is mirth withdrawn |
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| XLIII. |
It is too late to call thee now |
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| XLIV. |
If grief for grief can touch thee |
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| XLV. |
GERALDINE |
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'Twas night, her comrades gathered all |
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| XLVI. |
I see around me piteous tombstones grey |
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| XLVII. |
ROSINA |
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Weeks of wild delirium past |
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| XLVIII. |
In the same place, when nature wore |
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| XLIX. |
ASPIN CASTLE |
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How do I love on summer night |
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ON THE FALL OF ZALONA |
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All blue and bright in golden light |
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GRAVE IN THE OCEAN |
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Where beams the sun the brightest |
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| LII. |
A SERENADE |
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Thy Guardians are asleep |
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| LIII. |
At such a time, in such a spot |
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| LIV. |
RODERIC |
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Lie down and rest, the fight is done |
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| LV. |
'Twas yesterday at early dawn |
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| LVI. |
This summer wind with thee and me |
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Were they shepherds, who sat all day? |
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| LVIII. |
Rosina, this had never been |
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| LIX. |
I know that to-night the wind it is sighing |
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| LX. |
A thousand sounds of happiness |
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| LXI. |
Come walk with me |
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| LXII. |
I'm standing in the forest now |
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| LXII. |
O hinder me by no delay! |
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| LXIV. |
It was night, and on the mountains |
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| LXV. |
And first an hour of mournful musing |
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| LXVI. |
Had there been falsehood in my breast |
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| LXVII. |
Yes, holy be thy resting-place |
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Gods of the old mythology |
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| II. |
Its faded buds already lie |
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| III. |
Bitterly, deeply I've drunk of thy woe |
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Companions all day long we've stood |
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| V. |
Oh, all the cares these noontide airs |
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There's something in this glorious hour |
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Sleep, mourner, sleep!—I cannot sleep |
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| VIII. |
Oh might my footsteps find a rest! |
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| IX. |
How Edenlike seem palace walls |
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Now—but one moment—let me stay |
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| XI. |
RETIREMENT |
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O let me be alone awhile! |
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| XII. |
DESPONDENCY |
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I have gone backward in the work |
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| XIII. |
IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY |
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Blessed be Thou for all the joy |
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A PRAYER |
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My God! O let me call Thee mine! |
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| XV. |
CONFIDENCE |
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Oppressed with sin and woe |
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| XVI. |
There let thy bleeding branch atone |
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| XVII. |
I am the only being whose doom |
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| XVIII. |
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight |
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| XIX. |
A sudden chasm of ghastly light |
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| XX. |
AT CASTLE WOOD |
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The day is done, the winter sun |
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On its bending stalk a bonny flower |
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| XXII. |
And like myself lone, wholly lone |
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| XXIII. |
TO THE HORSE BLACK EAGLE, WHICH I RODE AT THE BATTLE OF ZAMORNA |
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Swart steed of night, thou hast charged thy last |
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All her tresses backward strayed |
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| XXV. |
The wind was rough which tore |
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| XXVI. |
His land may burst the galling chain |
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| XXVII. |
Start not! upon the minster wall |
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| XXVIII. |
Redbreast, early in the morning |
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| XXIX. |
Through the hours of yesternight |
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| XXX. |
Darkness was overtraced on every face |
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| XXXI. |
Harp of wild and dream-like strain |
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| XXXII. |
The old church tower and garden wall |
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| XXXIII. |
There swept adown that dreary glen |
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| XXXIV. |
In dungeons dark I cannot sing |
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| XXXV. |
When days of beauty deck the vale |
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| XXXVI. |
Still beside that dreary water |
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| XXXVII. |
The evening sun was sinking down |
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| XXXVIII. |
Fall, leaves, fall, die flowers away |
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| XXXIX. |
Loud without the wind was roaring |
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| XL. |
All day I've toiled, but not with pain |
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There was a time when my cheek burned |
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Mild the mist upon the hill |
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| XLIII. |
The starry night shall tidings bring |
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The organ swells, the trumpets sound |
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| XLV. |
What winter floods, what streams of spring |
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None of my kindred now can tell |
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Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home |
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I've been wandering in the greenwoods |
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| XLIX. |
May flowers are opening |
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That dreary lake, that moonlit sky |
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Heaven's glory shone where he was laid |
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| LII. |
THAT WORD 'NEVER' |
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Not many years but long enough to see |
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| LIII. |
I know not how it falls on me |
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Month after month, year after year |
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| LV. |
She dried her tears and they did smile |
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I'm happiest now when most away |
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Weaned from life and flown away |
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| LVIII. |
All hushed and still within the house |
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| LIX. |
The sunshine of a summer sun |
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| LX. |
My ancient ship upon my ancient sea |
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| LXI. |
I do not see myself again |
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| LXII. |
Yet o'er his face a solemn light |
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| LXIII. |
TO A WREATH OF SNOW |
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O transient voyager of heaven! |
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| LXIV. |
SONG |
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King Julius left the south country |
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| LXV. |
LINES |
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I die, but when the grave shall press |
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| LXVI. |
SONG |
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O between distress and pleasure |
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| LXVII. |
Shed no tears o'er that tomb |
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| LXVIII. |
Sleep not, dream not; this bright day |
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| LXIX. |
LINES BY CLAUDIA |
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I did not sleep; 'twas noon of day |
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| LXX. |
LINES |
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Far away is the land of rest |
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| LXXI. |
LINES |
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The soft unclouded blue of air |
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