CONTENTS
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IX. | 201 | |
Let beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams | ||
X. | 202 | |
I know not how it is with you | ||
XI. | 202 | |
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight | ||
XII. | We have Loved of Yore | 203 |
Berried brake and reedy island | ||
XIII. | Ditty | 204 |
The cock shall crow | ||
XIV. | Mater Triumphans | 205 |
Son of my woman's body, you go, to the drum and fife | ||
XV. | 206 | |
Bright is the ring of words | ||
XVI. | 206 | |
In the highlands, in the country places | ||
XVII. | 207 | |
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander | ||
XVIII. | To Dr. Hake | 209 |
In the belovèd hour that ushers day | ||
XIX. | To —— | 209 |
I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills |
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