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