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Come follow, follow me

Come live with me and be my love

Come live with me and be my love

Come, my Celia, let us prove

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Unknown 565

Donne 151

Marlowe 314

Jonson 245

Come, read to me some poem

Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Come to me, O ye children

Come unto these yellow sands

Could I bring back lost youth again

Count each affliction, whether light or grave
Courage!' he said, and pointed toward the land
Crabbed Age and Youth cannot live together
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Cupid and my Campaspe played

Curst be the gold and silver which persuade

Dark, deep, and cold the current flows
Daughter of Jove, relentless power

Daughter to that good earl, once president
Dear child of Nature, let them rail
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd
Dear is my little native vale

Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is
Dear Night! this world's defeat

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly
Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me
Do not lift him from the bracken

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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers
Does the road wind up-hill all the way

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E. B. Browning 33

Constable 113

Whitman 528

Aytoun 10

C. G. Rossetti

392

Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes

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Down in yon garden sweet and gay

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Dreams are but interludes which Fancy makes

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Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know Wordsworth 544

Drink to me only with thine eyes

245

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow

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Drop, drop, slow tears

Earth has not anything to show more fair.
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
Escape me

Eternal Time, that wasteth without waste.
Even such is Time, which takes in trust

Face and figure of a child.

Faint Amorist! what, dost thou think

Faintly as tolls the evening chime

Fair Amoret is gone astray

Fair and fair and twice so fair

Fair daffodils, we weep to see

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree

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P. Fletcher 188

Wordsworth

544

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Fair stood the wind for France.
Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize
Fair was that face as break of dawn.
False though she be to me and love .
Far from the sun and summer-gale
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness
Farewell, Life! my senses swim
Farewell, my sweet, until I come
Farewell, rewards and fairies

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Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
Father of all! in every age

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Fear death ?—to feel the fog in my throat
Fear no more the heat o' the sun

Fill the bowl with rosy wine

Flee fro the prees, and dwelle with sothfastnesse
Follow a shadow, it still flies you

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Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow

Follow your saint. Follow, with accents sweet

Foolish prater, what dost thou .

For England, when, with favouring gale

Campion 81
Cowley 118
Pearce 361
Butler 65

For his Religion, it was fit

For I must (nor let it grieve thee)

For the tender beech and the sapling oak

For those my unbaptizèd rhymes

For women first were made for men

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears

From merciless invaders

Forget not yet the tried intent

Foul canker of fair virtuous action

From harmony, from heavenly harmony

From the mountains to the Champaign

Full fathom five thy father lies.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen .

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs

From witty men and mad.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tried

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
Give all to love

Give me more love or more disdain

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet

Give money me; take friendship whoso list
Give place, you ladies, and be gone

Go and catch a falling star

Go, little book, and wish to all.

Go, lovely rose .

Go! you may call it madness, folly

God be in my head

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God bless the King!-I mean the Faith's Defender
God gives not kings the style of gods in vain

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God sends his teachers unto every age

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes.

Good God, how sweet are all things here
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord
Good people all, of every sort

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Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home
Good-night? Ah! no; the hour is ill
Green fields of England! whereso'er
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass
Grow old along with me

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Had I a heart for falsehood framed
Hail, adamantine Steel! magnetic Lord
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove

Hail, holy Light! offspring of heaven first-born.
Hail, thou most sacred, venerable thing

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit.

Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be

Happy is England! I could be content

Happy the man whose wish and care
Happy those early days, when I

Happy were he could finish forth his fate
Hark! ah, the Nightingale

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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark! now everything is still

Hast thou seen the down in the air
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Have you seen but a bright lily grow
He could not die when trees were green
He first deceased; she for a little tried
He has outsoared the shadow of our night.
He is gone on the mountain

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound
He many a creature did anatomize

He sang of God-the mighty source
He serveth the servant

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He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough
He that is down, needs fear no fall

He that looks still on your eyes

He that loves a rosy cheek

He was the Word that spake it

Hear ye, ladies, that despise

Hearken to yon pine-warbler

Hearts good and true

Hence, all you vain delights

Her court was pure; her life serene
Her supple breast thrills out

Here a little child I stand.

Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling

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Here lies David Garrick, describe me, who can

Goldsmith 193

Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such
Here lies our sovereign lord the King
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue

Goldsmith 193

Rochester 534

Here lieth One whose name was writ on water
Here rests a woman, good without pretence
Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind
Here sparrows build upon the trees
Here's to Nelson's memory

Here, wandering long, amid these frowning fields
His face was lean, and some-deal pined away
His golden locks time hath to silver turned
His talk was like a spring, which runs
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin
Hobbes clearly proves that every creature
Home they brought her warrior dead.
How beautiful is night

How charming is divine philosophy

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
How fading are the joys we dote upon

How fearful and dizzy 'tis.

How happy is he born and taught
How joyously the young sea-mew

How like the leper, with his own sad cry
How many paltry, foolish, painted things
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
How many voices gaily sing

How sacred and how innocent

How shall I woo thee, sweetest, rose-lipped fair .
How sleep the Brave who sink to rest

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank
How vainly men themselves amaze

How wonderful is Death

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Hues of the rich unfolding morn

Hush my dear, lie still and slumber

I am a woman, and am proud of it

I am monarch of all I survey

I am not covetous for gold

I arise from dreams of thee

I ask no organ's soulless breath

I asked my fair one happy day

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

I cannot change as others do

I cannot eat but little meat

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye

I dare not ask a kiss

I did but look and love awhile.

I do not love thee !-no! I do not love thee

I dug, beneath the cypress shade

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden.

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Dorset 399

Peele 362

Praed 375

Thackeray 498
Swift 474
Tennyson 482
Southey 458
Milton 328

E. B. Browning 35

Norris 352
Shakespeare 431
Wotton 556

E. B. Browning 35
Tennyson Turner

506
Drayton 158
Shakespeare 422

Landor 272
K. Philips 363
Gifford 191
Collins 109
Milton 328

Shakespeare 414
Marvell 316
Shelley 440
Keble 262
Watts 519

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I got me flowers to straw Thy way
I hate that drum's discordant sound

I have a mistress, for perfections rare

I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink.

I have done the state some service, and they know't.
I have had playmates, I have had companions

I have known cities with the strong-armed Rhine

I hear thee speak of a better land

I know a Mount, the gracious Sun perceives

I know not that the men of old

I know the thing that's most uncommon
I lately vowed, but 'twas in haste

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
I'll ne'er believe that the Arch-Architect
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost.
I love him not; and yet now he is gone
I loved a lass, a fair one

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I loved thee once, I'll love no more
I'm wearin' awa', John

I ne'er could any lustre see

I never loved ambitiously to climb

I never may believe these antique fables

I once had a sweet little doll, dears

I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing
I pray thee leave, love me no more

I prithee send me back my heart

I saw my lady weep.

I say to thee, do thou repeat

I shall never hear her more

I shot an arrow into the air

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife

I tell thee, Dick, where I have been .

I that in heill was and gladness

I think I could turn and live with animals

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

I told my love, I told my love.

I travelled among unknown men

I've heard them lilting at our ewe milking
I walked the other day, to spend my hour
I wandered lonely as a cloud

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I was not trained in academic bowers
I will a round unvarnished tale deliver
I wish I were where Helen lies.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
I would not enter on my list of friends
If all the world and love were young

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song
If doughty deeds my lady please
If God compel thee to this destiny

If hushed the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep
If I freely may discover

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Herbert 216
J. Scott 400
Randolph 389
Brome 29
Shakespeare 432

Lamb 269

Faber 180

212

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Hemans

R. Browning

Houghton 323
Pope 371

Oldmixon 353
Longfellow 282
Sylvester 475

Donne 153

Landor 272

Wither 537

Ayton 10

Lady Nairne 348
Sheridan 448
Nash 349

Shakespeare 413
Kingsley 264
Peacock 358

Drayton 158

Suckling 471
Unknown 567
Trench 505
Jean Ingelow 240

Longfellow 283
R. Browning

Landor

46

273

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