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An Index to the First Lines

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¶A batter'd, wreck'd old man 42 1420 A book was writ of late called Tetrachordon 4 79 A chieftain to the Highlands bound 41 773 A feeling of sadness and longing 28 382 A fig for those by law protected 6 132 A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by 41 680 A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot 42 1148 A good sword and a trusty hand 42 m i A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear . . . . 25 86 A guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie 6 147 A head, pure, sinless quite of brain and soul . . . . 6 325 A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne 41 933 A high hall is there 49 297 A Highland lad my love was born 6 126 A hundred, a thousand to one; even so 42 1183 A hundred thousand cycles vast 45 577 A king there was once reigning 19 91 A lassie all alone, was making her moan 6 480 A late lark twitters from the quiet skies 42 1209 A little onward lend thy guiding hand 4 414 A man in prosperity resembleth a tree 16 203 A may of all mays 49 396 A mighty fortress is our God 45 557 A million emeralds break from the ruby-budded lime . . 42 1018 A moody child and wildly wise 5 161 A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade . . . . . . . 46 193' A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer . . . 41 921 A povre widwe somdel stope in age 40 34 A prince can mak' a belted knight 28 85 A robe of seeming truth and trust 6 95 A Rose-bud by my early walk 6 287 A School for Scandal! tell me, I beseech you 18 113 A simple Child 41 667

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¶A slave to Love's unbounded sway 6 551 A slumber did my spirit seal 41 672 A sweet disorder in the dress 40 336 A voice by the cedar tree 42 1021 A weary lot is thine, fair maid 41 743 A wet sheet and a flowing sea . 4 1 783 A widow bird sate mourning for her Love 41 848 A wise priest knows he now must reap 45 671 Abide with me! fast falls the eventide 45 566 Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) 41 870 Absence, hear thou my protestation 40 313 Abstain from censure; for it will strengthen the censured . 1 6 10 Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear 41 929 Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu 6 215 Adieu, farewell earth's bliss 40 260 Admiring Nature in her wildest grace 6 276 Adopted in God's family, and so 15 354 Adown winding Nith I did wander 6 469 Ae day, as Death, that gruesome carl 6 59 Ae fond kiss, and then we sever 6 428 Afar the illustrious Exile roams 6 290 Afflicted regents of my soul 31 235 Again rejoicing Nature sees 6 192 Again the silent wheels of time 6 255 Again yourselves compose 5 199 Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever . . 42 1224 Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit 40 383 Ah, Chloris, since it may not be 6 500 Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh 41 743 Ah, did you once see Shelley plain 42 1082 Ah, rich in sorrow, thou 19 157 Ah, sun-flower! weary of time 41 584 Ah, wasteful woman!—she who may 28 144 Ah, what avails the sceptred race 41 898 Ah, woe is me, my mother dear 6 24 Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon 42 1060 Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there 40 280 Alexis, here she stayed; among these pines 40 329 All along the valley, stream that flashest white . . . . 42 976 All devil as I am, a damned wretch 6 23 All hail! inexorable lord 6 194 All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd 40 402 All people that on earth do dwell 45 ^ 539

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¶A' the lads o' Thorniebank 6 283 All they who thoughtless are, nor heed 45 689 All things are hush'd as Nature's self lay dead . . . . 39 323 All thoughts, all passions, all delights 41 704 A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink 6 216 All-conquering have I now become, all-knowing . . . 45 724 All's over, then: does truth sound bitter 42 1069 Altho' he has left me for greed o' the siller 6 415 Altho' my back be at the wa' 6 183 Altho' my bed were in yon muir 6 25 Altho' thou maun never be mine 6 551 Although the Cross could not here Christ detain . . . 1 5 355 Amang the trees where humming bees 6 479 Amidst the silence of the darkest night 14 331 Among the heathy hills and ragged woods 6 281 An honest man here lies at rest 6 50 An somebody were come again 6 347 An old man bending I come among new faces . . . . 42 1408 An ye had been whare I hae been 6 360 Ance crowdie, twice crowdie 6 543 Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December . . . . 6 430 An' Charlie, he's my darling 6 489 And I'll kiss thee yet, yet 6 30 And is this—Yarrow?—This the stream 41 629 And maun I still on Menie doat 6 192 An' O for ane an' twenty, Tarn 6 415 An' O my Eppie, my jewel, my Eppie 6 348 And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy 41 927 And thou art dead, as young and fair 41 785 And will he not come again 46 182 And wilt thou have me fashion into speech . . . . 4 1 928 And wilt thou leave me thus 40 192 And ye shall walk in silk attire 41 580 And yet, because thou overcomest so 41 929 And yet I cannot reprehend the flight 40 220 Anna, thy charms my bosom fire 6 309 Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness . . . 44 147 Apples were they with which we were beguil'd . . . . 15 267 Ariel to Miranda:—Take 41 848 Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate . . . . 13 73 Art thou pale for weariness 41 847 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? . . . . 4 0 318 Art thou weary, art thou languid 45 544

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¶Artemidora! Gods invisible 41 902 As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie 39 304 As cauld a wind as ever blew 6 427 As down the burn they took their way 6 473 As father Adam first was fooled 6 58 As flowers in rich profusion piled 45 754 As Heaven and Earth are fairer far 5 214 As I cam by Crochallan 6 256 As I gaed down the water-side 6 356 As I gaed up by yon gate-end 6 500 As I in hoary winter's night 40 218 As I stood by yon roofless tower 6 480 As I stood by yon roofless tower 6 481 As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring 6 25 As I was walking all alane 40 74 As I was walking up the street 6 543 As it fell upon a day 40 283 As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither 6 41 As oft as she names Phaedria, you retort 9 127 As on the banks o' wandering Nith 6 411 As one that for a weary space has lain 22 7 As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay 42 1121 As slow our ship her foamy track 41 820 As sunbeams stream through liberal space 42 1253 As Tam the chapman on a day 6 59 As the hart panteth after the water brooks 44 194 As virtuous men pass mildly away 15 338 As virtuous men pass mildly away 40 304 As well might corn, as verse, in cities grow 27 66 As when a wretch, who, conscious of his crime . . 24 32 As when it happeneth that some lovely town . . . . 40 329 As, when the laboring Sun hath wrought his track . . . 3 283 As when 'tis said, 'The tree bears fruit' 45 683 As yielding wax the artist's skill commands 9 302 Ascribe unto Jehovah, O ye sons of the mighty . . . . 44 175 Ask me no more where Jove bestows 40 351 Ask not the cause why sullen Spring 40 388 Ask why God made the gem so small 6 404 At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer . . . . 6 413 At Flores in the Azores, Sir Richard Grenville lay . . . 42 1007 At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears . 41 655 At the last day, men shall wear 5 290 At the last, tenderly 42 1422

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¶At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly . 41 822 At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time . . . 42 1109 Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise . 41 915 Auld chuckie Reekie's sair distrest 6 267 Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner 6 334 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones 4 83 Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake 40 453 Awake, awake, my Lyre 40 365 Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things . . . . 40 407 Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon 41 854 Awa' Whigs, awa' 6 360 Awa' wi' your belles and your beauties 6 469 Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms 6 548 Ay flattering fortune look you never so fair 36 124 Ay, tear her tattered ensign down 42 1366 Back and side go bare, go bare . 40 190 Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep 40 186 Bannocks o' bear meal 6 490 Bards of Passion and of Mirth 41 873 Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me . . . 44 211 Be merciful unto me, O God; for man would swallow me up 44 210 Be not dismayed, thou little flock 45 559 Be your words made, good Sir, of Indian ware . . . . 40 213 Bear, lady nightingale above 19 86 Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow 42 1402 Beauteous Rosebud, young and gay 6 331 Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead . . . 42 1078 Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call 42 1179 Beauty sat bathing by a spring 40 201 Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew 40 221 Because I feel that, in the Heavens above 42 1236 Because the Few with signal virtue crowned . . . . 42 1057 Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace . . . 41 938 Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord . . . . 4 80 Beer bring I to thee 49 301 Before the starry threshold of Jove's court . . . . . . 4 44 Behind yon hills where Lugar flows 6 46 Behold, bless ye Jehovah, all ye servants of Jehovah . . . 44 314 Behold her, single in the field 41 654 Behold, how fitly are the stages set 15 294 Behold, how good and how pleasant it is 44 314 Behold, my love, how green the groves . . . . . . 6 503 Behold the hour, the boat, arrive 6 429

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¶Behold the hour, the boat arrive 6 472 Being your slave, what should I do but tend . . . . 40 273 Beloved, my Beloved, when I think 41 931 Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers . . . . 4 1 940 Below thir stanes lie Jamie's banes . . . . . . . 6 58 Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed 41 642 Best and Brightest, come away 41 843 Between the dark and the daylight 42 1294 Beyond thee, dearie, beyond thee, dearie 6 403 Bid me to live, and I will live 40 337 Bird of the wilderness 41 767 Birds in the high Hall-garden 42 1028 Bless Jehovah, O my soul 44 271 Bless Jehovah, O my soul 44 272 Bless Jesus Christ, O Cardoness 6 498 Blessed are they that are perfect in the way 44 294 Blessed be Jehovah my rock 44 325 Blessed is every one that feareth Jehovah 44 311 Blessed is he that considereth the poor 44 193 Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven . . . . 44 179 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the

¶wicked 44 145 Bless'd be the Day that I began 15 196 Blessings on thee, little man 42 1355 Blest be M'Murdo to his latest day 6 466 Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy . . . 4 40 Blow, blow, thou winter wind 40 268 Blythe, blythe, and merry was she 6 286 Blythe hae I been on yon hill 6 463 Bonie lassie, will ye go 6 277 Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing 6 404 Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen 41 756 Borders of kohl enhance the witchery of her glance . 16 365 Borgia, thou once wert almost too august 41 904 Bow down thine ear, O Jehovah, and answer me . . . 4 4 251 Braw, braw lads on Yarrow-braes 6 452 Break, break, break 42 975 Brief life is here our portion 45 548 Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art . . . . 4 1 898 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning . . . . 45 565 Bring the bowl which you boast 41 754 Build me straight, O worthy Master 42 1280 Burly, dozing humble-bee 42 1246

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¶Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride 41 572 But do not let us quarrel any more 42 1087 But, knowing now that they would have her speak . . . 42 1183 But lately seen in gladsome green 6 503 But only three in all God's universe 41 924 But rarely seen since Nature's birth 6 550 But souls that of his own good life partake 5 133 But warily tent when ye come to court me . . . . . 6 469 But your allowance, and in that our all 47 943 Buy braw troggin frae the banks o' Dee 6 548 By all I lov'd, neglected and forgot 6 327 By Allah! good sir, I was not a robber 16 130 By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove . . . . . . . . 6 468 By cool Siloam's shady rill 45 563 By love, and by beauty, by law, and by duty . . . . 6 348 By Oughtertyre grows the aik 6 286 By our first strange and fatal interview 27 270 By the cross, on which suspended 45 553 By the rivers of Babylon 44 318 By the rude bridge that arched the flood 42 1245 By what word's power, the key of paths untrod . . . . 42 1178 By yon Castle wa', at the close of the day 6 398 Ca' the yowes to the knowes 6 356 Ca' the yowes to the knowes 6 496 Ca' the yowes to the knowes 41 556 Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren 40 322 Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre . . . 40 229 Can I cease to care 6 532 Can it be right to give what I can give 41 926 Canst thou leave me thus, my Katie 6 509 Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms 4 78 Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night 40 222 Carle, an the King come 6 347 Cast the bantling on the rocks 5 59 Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west 6 299 Cauld is the e'enin blast 6 514 Cease, ye prudes, your envious railing 6 264 Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow . . . . 4 0 366 Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry 40 334 Chiefest glory of deathless Gods, Almighty for ever . . 2 186 Child of Adam, let not hope make game of thee . . . 16 321 Christ is arisen . 1 9 36 Circulate it in the large cup 16 217

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¶Clarinda, mistress of my soul 6 295 Cold and clear-cut face, why come you so cruelly meek . 42 1018 Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain 40 318 Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain 47 529 Coldly, sadly descends 42 1130 Come all ye jolly shepherds . . . 41 765 Come away, come away, Death 40 268 Come, bumpers high, express your joy 6 413 Come, dear children, let us away 42 1123 Come, gie's sang, Montgom'rie cried 41 568 Come hither, lads, and harken, for a tale there is to tell . 42 1195 Come hither, you that walk along the way 15 137 Come into the garden, Maud 28 162 Come into the garden, Maud 42 1042 Come, let me take thee to my breast 6 470 Come little babe, come silly soul . . 40 197 Come live with me and be my Love 40 254 Come my tan-faced children 42 1404 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer . . . . 28 384 Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace . . . . 40 213 Come to me, O ye children 42 1279 Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa' . . . 41 577 Come unto these yellow sands 46 412 Comrades, leave me here a little 42 979 Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine 41 503 Consider mine affliction, and deliver me 44 304 Consider what thou beholdest, O man 16 317 Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair 6 507 "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land . . . 42 993 Courage, poor heart of stone 42 1048 Crabbed Age and Youth 40 267 Creator Spirit, by whose aid 45 547 Creep into thy narrow bed 42 1139 Criticks, I saw, that others' names efface 39 247 Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud . . . 4 82 Cupid and my Campaspe play'd 40 209 Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleased . . . . 6 257 Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life . . . . 6 324 Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear 4 85 Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench . . . . 4 85 Daughter of Chaos' doting years 6 332 Daughter of Jove, relentless power 40 450 Daughter to that good Earl, once President 4 79

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¶Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days 42 1243 Day of wrath, that day whose knelling 45 551 Dead, long dead 42 1052 Deal bountifully with thy servant, that I may live . . . 44 295 Dear , I'll gie ye some advice 6 263 Dear love, for nothing less than thee 40 306 Dear Myra, the captive ribband's mine 6 361 Dear Sir, at ony time or tide 6 329 Dear Smith, the slee'st pawkie thief 6 167 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee . . . 40 305 Death stands above me, whispering low 41 905 Degenerate Douglas! oh, the unworthy lord 41 679 Deliberate, and haste not 16 155 Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God 44 213 Deliver me, O Jehovah, from the evil man 44 321 Deluded swain, the pleasure 6 474 Depart from a place wherein is oppression 16 286 Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly 40 228 Did I hear it half in a doze . . . 42 1024 Dire was the hate at old Harlaw 6 545 Dizzied faith and guilt and woe 28 170 Do ye indeed in silence speak righteousness 44 212 Do you remember me? or are you proud 41 904 Does haughty Gaul invasion threat 6 530 Does the road wind up-hill all the way 42 1182 Dost thou not rise, indignant shade 6 447 Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move . . . . 40 327 Doubt thou the stars are fire 46 128 Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth . . 4 0 210 Down in yon garden sweet and gay 41 498 Drink to me only with thine eyes . . . . . . . 40 291 Dulcinea here beneath 14 515 Duncan Gray cam' here to woo 6 448 Dweller in yon dungeon dark 6 325 Each altar had his fire 15 343 Earl March look'd on his dying child 41 777 Earth has not anything to show more fair 41 673 Earth'd up, here lies an imp o' hell 6 499 Edina! Scotia's darling seat 6 252 E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks 40 341 Erewhile of music, and ethereal mirth 4 23 Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind 41 811 Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky 41 644

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¶Even as the dense and solid rock 45 703 Even as the word of "chariot" means 45 656 Even in a palace life may be led well 42 1139 Even such is time, that takes in trust 40 207 Even let the Fancy roam 41 871 Except Jehovah build the house 44 310 Excuse me, sirs, I pray—I can't yet speak 18 203 Expect na, sir, in this narration 6 211 Faintly as tolls the evening chime 41 819 Fair and fair, and twice so fair 40 217 Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 40 337 Fair Empress of the poet's soul 6 304 Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face 6 253 Fair is my Love and cruel as she's fair 40 219 Fair is my love, when her fair golden hairs 40 250 Fair maid, you need not take the hint 6 267 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree 40 338 Fair stood the wind for France 40 222 Fair the face of orient day 6 340 Fairest maid on Devon banks 6 553 Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings . . . 4 82 False friend, wilt thou smile or weep 18 351 False world, good night! since thou hast brought . . . 40 292 Fare thee well! and if for ever 41 799 Farewell to a' our Scottish fame 6 420 Farewell, dear friend! may guid luck hit you . . . . 6 221 Farewell, master; farewell, farewell 46 431 Farewell, old Scotia's bleak domains 6 224 Farewell, rewards and fairies 40 315 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing 40 276 Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies . . 6 426 Farewell, thou stream that winding flows 6 508 Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North . . . 6 362 Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong 6 297 Farewell, ye green meadows 26 380 Fate gave the word, the arrow sped 6 315 Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme 1 83 Fathers that wear rags 46 253 Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat 42 1065 Fear no more the heat o' the sun 40 269 Fill me with the rosy wine 6 550 Fintry, my stay in worldly strife 6 379 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed 41 938

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¶First when Maggie was my care 6 348 Five years have past; five summers, with the length . . - 4 1 635 Flee with thy life if thou fearest oppression 16 69 Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes . . . 6 417 Flower in the crannied wall 42 1005 Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race 4 39 Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow 40 285 Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet 40 284 For a' that, an' a' that 6 130 For a' that, an' a' that 6 131 For a' that, an' a' that 6 133 For auld lang syne, my dear 6 317 For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove 40 443 For ever, O Jehovah 44 300 For he that can have good and evil doth choose . . . . 14 294 For lack of gold she's left me, O . 41 532 For lo! thy law is passed 28 141 For lords or kings I dinna mourn 6 323 For never yet hath any one attained 38 76 For oh, her lanely nights are lang 6 501 For sense, they little owe to frugal Heav'n 6 163 For the tired slave, song lifts the languid oar . . . . . 23 134 Fortress with turrets 19 42 Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near 6 535 Forget not yet the tried intent 4° I9 2 For us, down beaten by the storms of fate o 49 For thee is laughing Nature gay 6 295 Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours . . . 47 542 Four and twenty bonny boys 40 81 Four Seasons fill the measure of the year 41 896 Frae the friends and land I love 6 419 Fresh from the dewy hill, the merry year 41 591 Fret not thyself because of evil-doers 44 186 Friday first's the day appointed 6 215 Friend of the Poet, tried and leal 6 544 Friendship, mysterious cement of the soul 6 167 From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony . . . . . 40 389 From midst the barren earth, here overthrown . . . . 14 391 From Stirling Castle we had seen 41 627 From the forests and highlands 41 823 From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested . 6 498 From thee, Eliza, I must go 6 218 From those drear solitudes and frowsy cells 6 485

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¶From you have I been absent in the spring 40 278 Full fathom five thy father lies 40 270 Full fathom five thy father lies 46 413 Full many a glorious morning have I seen 40 272 Full well thou know'st I love thee dear 6 553 Fy, let us a' to Kirkcudbright 6 521 Gane is the day, and mirk's the night 6 378 Gat ye me, O gat ye me 6 516 Gather ye rose-buds while ye may . . . . . . . 40 335 Gazing from each low bulwark of this bridge 41 911 Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even 41 776 Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn . . . . 40 339 Gie him strong drink until he wink 6 144 Gifts of one who loved me 5 219 Give a man a horse he can ride 42 1149 Give all to love 42 1244 Give ear, O my people, to my law 44 239 Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel 44 245 Give ear to my prayer, O God 44 208 Give ear to my words, O Jehovah 44 148 Give me more love, or more disdain 40 352 Give me my scallop-shell of quiet . 40 203 Give me patience, O Allah 16 50 Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-

¶dazzling 42 1410 Give the king thy judgments, O God 44 231 Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven . . 42 1390 Gloomy winter's now awa' 41 594 Glory be to God on high 45 541 Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song . . . 42 1005 Go and catch a falling star . . 40 307 Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine 6 318 Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand . . . . 41 925 Go, lovely Rose 40 357 Go not, happy day 42 1033 Go now my little Book, to every place 15 169 Go, Soul, the body's guest 40 204 Go, wanton muse, but go with care 9 248 God be merciful unto us, and bless us 44 222 God is our refuge and strength 44 199 God makes sech nights, all white an' still 42 1376 God moves in a mysterious way . . . . . . . 45 562 God prosper long our noble king 40 93

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¶God standeth in the congregation of God 44 247 Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece 42 1135 Gold and iron are good 5 239 Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home 42 1241 Good-morrow to the day so fair 40 334 Gracie, thou art a man of worth 6 513 Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live 6 459 Great deeds of bale 49 4 24 Great is Jehovah, and greatly to be praised 44 200 Great spirits now on earth are sojourning 41 897 Green grow the rashes, O 6 47 Grow old along with me 42 1103 Gude pity me, because I'm little 6 121 Gudrun of old days 49 329 Guid-mornin' to your Majesty 6 207 Guid speed and furder to you, Johnie 6 102 Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie 6 190 Had I a cave on some wild distant shore 6 467 Had I the wyte, had I the wyte 6 529 Had I wept before she did 16 337 Had we never loved sae kindly 28 87 Hail! beauteous Stranger of the wood 41 570 Hail, famous man! whom fortune hath so blist . . . . 14 13 Hail, Native Language, that by sinews weak . . . . 4 20 Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd 6 409 Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie 6 245 Hail to thee, blithe Spirit 41 829 Half a league, half a league 42 1005 Hallow the threshold, crown the posts anew 40 358 Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be 41 782 Happy the man, whose wish and care 40 405 Happy those early days, when I 40 347 Happy those which, for more commodity 14 13 Happy were he could finish forth his fate 40 287 Hard Texts are Nuts (I will not call them cheaters) . . 15 268 Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling . . . 45 571 Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings . . . . . 4 0 268 Hark! how all the welkin rings 45 561 Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands 42 1401 Hark the mavis' e'ening sang 6 496 Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark . . . 4 1 755 Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song . . . . 4 81 Has auld Kilmarnock seen the deil 6 242

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¶Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star . . . . 4 1 707 Hasten, ye faithful, glad, joyful, and holy 45 555 Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving-

¶kindness 44 205 Have more than thou showest 46 233 Haymakers, rakers, reapers, and mowers 40 317 He clenched his pamphlet in his fist 6 256 He first by Grace must conquer'd be 15 269 He is dead, the beautiful youth 42 1299 He is gone on the mountain 41 747 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High . . 44 259 He that has and a little tiny wit 46 266 He that is down needs fear no fall 15 242 He that loves a rosy cheek 40 351 He used his lances as pens 16 193 He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead 6 60 He whom we mourned as dead 19 38 He's ower the hills that I lo'e weel 41 560 Health to the Maxwells' veteran Chief 6 422 Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots 6 349 Hear my cry, O God 44 216 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah 44 269 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah; give ear to my supplications 44 324 Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint 44 218 Hear the right, O Jehovah, attend unto my cry . . . . 4 4 158 Hear the sledges with the bells 42 1233 Hear this, all ye peoples 44 201 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken 45 563 Hee balou, my sweet wee Donald 6 490 Helen, thy beauty is to me 42 1226 Help, Jehovah; for the godly man ceaseth 44 155 Hence, all you vain delights 40 322 Hence, loathed Melancholy 4 30 Hence, overshadowing gloom 19 62 Hence, vain deluding Joys 4 34 Hengist had verament 5 276 Her brother is coming back to-night 42 1037 Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad 6 302 Her flowing locks, the raven's wing 6 no Her of your name, whose fair inheritance 15 378 Her skin is like silk, and her speech is soft 16 194 Here a little child I stand 40 334 Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling 41 502

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¶Here am I laid, my life of misery done 12 Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie 6 Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct 6 Here cursing, swearing Burton lies 6 Here, ever since you went abroad 41 Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay 6 Here is the glen and here the bower 6 Here lie Willie Michie's banes 6 Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd . 6 Here lies Boghead amang the dead 6 Here lies John Bushby, honest man 6 Here lies Johnie Pigeon 6 Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect 6 Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt . . . 4 Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King 40 Here lieth Bernardone, ass and pig 31 Here lieth one who did most truly prove 4 Here, of a loving swain 14 Here Souter Hood in death doth sleep 6 Here Stuarts once in glory reigned 6 Here was a people whom, after their works 16 Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives . . . . 6 Here, where the world is quiet 42 Here will I hold. If there's a power above us . . . 1 Here's a bottle and an honest friend 6 Here's a health to ane I loe dear 6 Here's a health to them that's awa . . . . . . . 6 Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen 18 Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen 41 Here's to the year that's awa' 41 Here's to thy health, my bonie lass 6 Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro' 6 Hey, the dusty Miller 6 Hie upon Hielands 40 High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal . . . 42 His face with smile eternal drest 6 His foundation is in the holy mountains . . . . . . 4 4 Hnikar I hight 49 Hold, mighty man, I cry all this we know 34 Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise 44 Holy amity! which, with nimble wings 14 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty 45 Home they brought her warrior dead 42

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¶Homer, thy song men liken to the sea 22 335 Honest Will to Heaven's away 6 288 Honour, riches, marriage-blessing 46 447 How amiable are thy tabernacles 44 249 How blest the happy solitude 45 628 How can my poor heart be glad . 6 494 How cold is that bosom which folly once fired . . . . 6 484 How cruel are the parents 6 532 How daur ye ca' me howlet-face 6 427 How delicious is the winning 41 782 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways . . . . 4 1 940 How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean 40 344 How good is it to pardon one able to resist 16 65 How happy is he born and taught 40 288 How haps it, Rozinante, thou art so lean 14 13 How hath time made me to tremble . . . . . . . 16 195 How lang and dreary is the night 6 501 How, Liberty! girl, can it be by thee named 6 498 How like a winter hath my absence been 40 277 How long and dreary is the night 6 300 How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever . . 4 4 156 How many companies have alighted 16 301 How many wretched persons are destitute of ease . . . 1 6 232 How near to good is what is fair 5 199 How often have I stood in fight 16 301 How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon . . 6 288 How should I your true love know 40 266 How should I your true love know 46 177 How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest 41 476 How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth . . . . 4 29 How sweet the answer Echo makes 41 821 How vainly men themselves amaze 40 377 How Wisdom and Folly meet, mix and unite . . . . 6 338 Humid seal of soft affections 6 318 "Husband, husband, cease your strife" 6 476 I am a Bard of no regard . . . . 6 130 I am a fiddler to my trade 6 128 I am a keeper of the law 6 53 I am a mariner to love 14 431 I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars . . . 6 123 I am enamoured of her 16 326 I am monarch of all I survey 41 535 I am my mammy's ae bairn 6 295

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¶am not of the noble Grecian race 12 5 arise from dreams of thee 41 828 arise from dreams of thee 28 373 bought my wife a stane o' lint 6 432 bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers . . . . 41 852 call no Goddess to inspire my strains 6 354 Catherine am a Douglas born 42 1153 coft a stane o' haslock woo' 6 526 cry with my voice unto Jehovah 44 323 did but prompt the age to quit their clogs 4 80 die, and if I cannot be believed 14 331 do confess thou art sae fair 6 431 dream'd I lay where flowers were springing . . . . 6 21 dream'd that as I wander'd by the way 41 842 du believe in Freedom's cause 42 1373 fear thy kisses, gentle maiden 41 828 fee'd a man at Michaelmas 6 438 fill this cup to one made up 28 382 gaed a waefu' gate yestreen 6 356 gaed up to Dunse 6 324 gat your letter, winsome Willie 6 86 gazed upon the glorious sky 42 1219 got me flowers to strew Thy way 40 345 had a dream, which ^was not all a dream 41 796 had sax owsen in a pleugh 6 515 hae a wife of my ain 6 307 hae been at Crookieden 6 421 hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood . . . 42 1015 hate them that are of a double mind 44 302 have called with my whole heart 44 304 have done justice and righteousness 44 302 have had playmates, I have had companions . . . . 4 1 735 have heard tell 49 431 have led her home, my love, my only friend . . . . 42 1034 heard a thousand blended notes 41 643 heard the trailing garments of the Night 42 1267 hold it, sir, my bounden duty . . . . . . . . 6 199 know a little garden-close 42 n 94 know, Olalia, thou dost me adore 14 82 know a thing that's most uncommon 40 406 lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend 6 203 lift my heavy heart up solemnly 41 925 like a church; I like a cowl 42 1247

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¶I lived with visions for my company 41 933 I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane 41 576 I long to talk with some old lover's ghost 40 309 I love, and he loves me again 40 293 I love Jehovah, because he heareth . 44 291 I love thee, O Jehovah, my strength 44 160 I loved a lass, a fair one 40 331 I met a traveller from an antique land 41 851 I mind it weel in early date 6 258 I murder hate by flood or field 6 378 I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read . . . 40 221 I never gave a lock of hair away 41 930 I never saw a fairer 6 444 I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when 6 124 I put my hat upon my head 39 288 I rede you, beware at the hunting, young men . . . . 6 261 I remember, I remember 41 910 I said, I will take heed to my ways 44 190 I said—Then, dearest, since 'tis so 42 1070 I saw him once before 42 1366 I saw where in the shroud did lurk 41 736 I see a form, I see a face 6 537 I see thine image through my tears to-night 41 935 I sing of a Whistle, a Whisde of worth 6 362 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he 42 1066 I stood on the bridge at midnight 42 1275 I strove with none; for none was worth the strife . . . 4 1 905 I struck the board and cried, No more 40 343 I thank all who have loved me in their hearts . . 41 939 I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud . . . 41 934 I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide . . . . 41 679 I thought once how Theocritus had sung 41 923 I tore, I hackt, abolish'd, said and did 14 11 I travell'd among unknown men 41 670 I waited patiently for Jehovah 44 191 I wander'd lonely as a cloud 41 639 I was glad when they said unto me 44 307 I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile 41 605 I was walking a mile 42 1025 I weep for Adonais—he is dead 41 856 I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung 4 359 I, who was late so volatile and gay 18 196 I will bless Jehovah at all times 44 181

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¶I will cry unto God with my voice 44 238 I will extol thee, my God, O King 44 326 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up . 44 176 I will give thanks unto Jehovah with my whole heart . 44 152 I will give thee thanks with my whole heart . . . . 4 4 319 I will lift up mine eyes unto the mountains 44 307 I will sing of lovingkindness and justice 44 268 I will sing of the lovingkindness of Jehovah for ever . . 44 254 I wish I were where Helen lies 40 324 I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I 40 312 I'll aye ca' in by yon town 6 518 I'm now arrived—thanks to the gods . . . . . . 6 237 I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young 6 295 I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary 41 919 I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor 6 107 I'm wearing awa', Jean 41 560 I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking 41 483 I've seen the smiling . 4 1 482 If age brought nothing worse than this 9 54 If all the world and love were young 40 255 If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song 41 479 If doughty deeds my lady please 41 531 If from the public way you turn your steps 41 615 If I be possessed of wealth and be not liberal . . . 16 201 If I fail any day to render thee due thanks 16 37 If I freely can discover 40 300 If I have faltered more or less 42 1212 If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange 41 937 If I, my lord, could show to you the truth 31 244 If it had not been Jehovah who was on our side . . . 44 308 If love were what the rose is 42 1205 If of love we complain, what shall we say 16 63 If one says "No," I answer "No" 9 40 If the red slayer think he slays 42 1243 If thou chance for to find 15 398 If thou must love me, let it be for nought 41 928 If thou should ask my love ; 6 343 If thou survive my well-contented day . . . . . 4 0 271 If to be absent were to be 40 356 If women could be fair, and yet not fond 40 289 If ye gae up to yon hill-tap 6 23 If yet I have not all thy love 40 308 If you rattle along like your Mistress's tongue . . . . 6 485

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¶[lk care and fear, when thou art near 6 30 [li-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson 6 431 [n a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland . . 42 1207 a a drear-nighted December 41 875 'n close intrigue, their faculty's but weak 5 378 n comin' by the brig o' Dye 6 283 a days long gone 49 407 a death for life I seek 14 324 [n going to my naked bed as one that would have slept . 4 0 201 [n Jehovah do I take refuge 44 155 [n Judah is God known 44 237 [n London city was Bicham born 40 84 [n Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours 42 976 [n Mauchline there dwells six proper young belles . . . 6 58 [n my distress I cried unto Jehovah 44 306 [n Politics if thou would'st mix 6 452 [n proportion to one's labour, eminences are gained . . 16 235 [n Scotland there was a babie born 40 59 !n se'enteen hunder 'n forty-nine 6 500 [n simmer, when the hay was mawn 6 440 [n Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men . . . 6 25 'n the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining . . . 41 592 .n the greenest of our valleys 42 1225 'n the highlands, in the country places 42 1212 'n the merry month of May 40 196 !n the midway of this our mortal life 20 5 In the sweet shire of Cardigan 41 647 [n thee, O Jehovah, do I take refuge 44 177 !n thee, O Jehovah, do I take refuge . . . . . . . 44 229 [n this strange land, this uncouth clime 6 305 [n unploughed Maine he sought the lumberers' gang . . 42 1251 [n vain to me the smiling mornings shine 39 275 [n wood and wild, ye warbling throng 6 466 '.a Xanadu did Kubla Khan 41 701 [n youth, when I did love, did love 46 192 [ndeed this very love which is my boast 41 928 Inhuman man! curse on thy barb'rous art 6 339 Instead of a Song, boys, I'll give you a Toast 6 459 [nto the proud erected diamond stock 14 519 [nverey cam doun Deeside, whistlin and playin . . . . 40 119 [phigeneia, when she heard her doom 41 903 ts it indeed so? If I lay here dead 41 932 [s it not better at an early hour 41 905

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¶Is there a whim-inspired fool 6 218 Is there for honest Poverty 6 511 Is this thy plighted, fond regard 6 509 It befell at Martynmas 40 103 It fell about the Lammus time 40 88 It fell about the Martinmas time 40 87 It fell upon a holly eve 40 247 It is a beauteous evening, calm and free 41 673 It is a good thing to give thanks unto Jehovah . . . . 44 260 It is an ancient Mariner 41 682 It is na, Jean, thy bonie face 6 316 It is not Beauty I demand 41 913 It is not growing like a tree 40 291 It is not to be thought of that the flood 41 675 It little profits that an idle king 42 977 It was a dismal and a fearful night 40 367 It was a lover and his lass 40 263 It was a summer evening 41 732 It was a' for our rightfu' King 6 491 It was fifty years ago 42 1293 It was in and about the Martinmas time 40 68 It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral . . 6 437 It was many and many a year ago 42 1239 It was not iike your great and gracious ways . . . . 4 2 n 12 It was.roses, roses, all the way 42 1082 It was the charming month of May 6 504 It was the schooner Hesperus 42 1269 It was the winter wild 4 8 It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken

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¶It was upon a Lammas night 6 44 Ithers seek they ken na what 6 442 Jamie, come try me 6 343 Jehovah answer thee in the day of trouble 44 164 Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased . . . . 44 146 Jehovah, I have called upon thee; make haste unto me . . 44 322 Jehovah is my light and my salvation . . . . . . 44 172 Jehovah is my portion 44 298 Jehovah is my shepherd 44 168 Jehovah, my heart is not haughty 44 312 Jehovah reigneth; he is clothed with majesty . . . . 44 261 Jehovah reigneth; let the earth rejoice 44 265 Jehovah reigneth; let the peoples tremble 44 266

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¶Jehovah, remember for David 44 313 Jehovah saith unto my lord, Sit thou at my right hand . 44 286 Jehovah, thou hast been favorable unto thy land . . . . 44 250 Jehovah, who shall sojourn in thy tabernacle 44 157 Jenny kiss'd me when we met 41 870 Jerusalem the golden . 45 549 Jesu, the very thought of thee 45 550 Jesus, lover of my soul 45 559 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 45 537 Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts 45 550 Jockey's taen the parting kiss 6 544 John Anderson, my jo, John 6 345 John Gilpin was a citizen 41 546 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly

¶nation 44 195 Judge me, O Jehovah, for I have walked in mine integrity . 44 171 Just for a handful of silver he left us 42 1067 Kathrina say 19 161 Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief 6 498 Ken ye aught o' Captain Grose?—Igo and ago . . . . 6 387 Kilmarnock wabsters, fidge an' claw 6 163 Kind gentlemen and ladies fair 19 41 Kind Sir, I've read your paper through 6 375 Know, Celia, since thou art so proud 40 352 Know thou, O stranger to the fame 6 219 Lady Onlie, honest Lucky 6 283 Lady! that in the prime of earliest youth 4 78 Lament him, Mauchline husbands a' 6 120 Lament in rhyme, lament in prose 6 43 Lassie wi' the lint-white locks 6 505 Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen . . . . 6 536 Late at e'en, drinkin the wine 40 115 Late crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg 6 423 Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon 41 728 Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son 4 84 Lay a garland on my hearse 40 321 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom . . . . 45 567 Lead me, O God, and Thou, O Destiny 2 179 Leeze me on drink! it gies us mair 28 85 Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered 44 223 Let half-starv'd slaves in warmer skies 6 162 Let ignorance a little while now muse 15 127 Let India boast her palms, nor envy we 5 362

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¶Let me not to the marriage of true minds 40 281 Let me ryke up to dight that tear 6 128 Let my cry come near before thee, O Jehovah . . . . 44 305 Let not Ambition mock their useful toil 6 134 Let not Woman e'er complain 6 502 Let other heroes boast their scars 6 225 Let other poets raise a fracas 6 144 Let others sing of Knights and Paladines 40 222 Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain 18 211 Let the Most Blessed be my guide 15 190 Let the toast pass 18 152 Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife . . . 4 1 932 Let thy lovingkindnesses also come unto me, O Jehovah . 44 297 Let us begin and carry up this corpse 42 1083 Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice . . 40 364 Let us with a gladsome mind 4 15 Life! I know not what thou art 41 555 Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize 6 395 Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle 41 841 Light lay the earth on Billy's breast 6 487 Like as the culver, on the bared bough 40 251 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore . . 40 274 Like some brave steed that oft before 9 50 Like to the clear in highest sphere 40 215 Listen, my children, and you shall hear 42 1295 Listen to me, as when ye heard our father 42 1064 Little I ask; my wants are few 42 1368 Little think'st thou, poor flower 40 311 Live in these conquering leaves 40 363 Lo, praise of the prowess of people-kings 49 5 Lo! 'tis a gala night 42 1240 Lo! where the four mimosas blend their shade . . . 41 904 Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours 40 452 Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddisdale 41 767 Lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks 6 292 Long-expected one-and-twenty 41 504 Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man . . . . 4 2 1138 Long have I sighed for a calm 42 1018 Long have I slept 49 300 Long life, my Lord, an' health be yours 6 205 Long, long the night 6 532 Look not thou on beauty's charming 41 748 Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look 4 41

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¶Lord of all being, throned afar 45 570 Lord Thomas and Fair Annet 40 61 Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place 44 258 Lord, to account who dares thee call 6 459 Lord, we thank, and thee adore 6 460 Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band . . . . 40 396 Loth am I, sister 49 361 Loud blaw the frosty breezes 6 289 Louis, what reck I by thee 6 316 Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back . . . . 40 341 Love guards the roses of thy lips 40 216 Love in her eyes sits playing . 40 402 Love in my bosom like a bee 40 214 Love not me for comely grace 40 325 Love thou thy land, with love far-brought 42 999 Love thy country, wish it well 40 463 Lovely was she by the dawn 6 504 Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show . . . 40 212 Lythe and listen, gentilmen 40 128 Maid of Athens, ere we part 41 795 Make a joyful noise unto God, all the earth 44 221 Make a joyful noise unto Jehovah, all ye lands . . . . 44 267 Make haste, O God, to deliver me 44 228 Maker of all, the Lord . . . . 7 156 Mally's meek, Mally's sweet 6 543 Man is his own star; and the soul that can 5 59 Many a green isle needs must be 41 835 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up . 44 311 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale 41 746 Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion . 6 533 Martial, the things that do attain 40 194 Mary! I want a lyre with other strings 41 536 Maud has a garden of roses . . . . . . . . 42 1031 Maud Muller on a summer's day 42 1351 Maugre the ravings that are set abroach 14 12 Maxwell, if merit here you crave 6 498 May I lose my heart if it cease to love you 16 135 Meet me on the warlock knowe 6 471 Merrily swinging on brier and weed 42 1215 Methought I saw my late espoused saint 4 86 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour 41 677 Mine adventure to the Meek One 43 6 Mine be a cot beside the hill 41 582

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¶Morning arises stormy and pale . . . . . . . . 42 1021 Mortality, behold and fear 40 319 Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day . . . . 40 249 Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes 41 672 Mother, I cannot mind my wheel 41 901 Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold 41 895 Music, when soft voices die 41 855 Musing on the roaring ocean 6 302 My blessings on ye, honest wife 6 263 My blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie 6 256 My bonie lass, I work in brass 6 129 My curse upon your venom'd stang 6 239 My days among the Dead are past 41 734 My dear and only Love, I pray 40 358 My faith looks up to thee 45 569 My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O . . 6 38 My future will not copy fair my past 41 940 My girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay 6 58 My God, I love thee; not because 45 556 My God, my God 15 416 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me . . . . 44 166 My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee . . . 15 379 My godlike friend—nay, do not stare 6 308 My good blade carves the casques of men 42 1002 My hair is gray, but not with years 41 801 My Harry was a gallant gay 6 357 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains . . . . 4 1 876 My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie 6 346 My heart is fixed, O God 44 283 My heart is sair—I dare na tell 6 510 My heart is wae, and unco wae 6 284 My heart leaps up when I behold 41 600 My heart overfloweth with a goodly matter 44 197 My heart was ance as blithe and free 6 296 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here . . . 6 362 My honor'd Colonel, deep I feel 6 546 My lady's gown, there's gairs upon't 6 262 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white . . . ' . . 41 934 My life has crept so long on a broken wing 42 1055 My lord a-hunting he is gane 6 262 My lord, I know your noble ear 6 278 My Love in her attire doth shew her wit 40 325 My love, she's but a lassie yet 6 345

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¶My lov'd, my honor'd, much respected friend . . . . 6 134 My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow . . . . 40 328 My mind to me a kingdom is 40 207 My minnie does constantly deave me 28 89 My mother bids me bind my hair 41 581 My mother, the harlot 19 194 My own Beloved, who hast lifted me 41 934 My peace is gone 19 148 My Peggy is a young thing 40 401 My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form 6 289 My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes 41 930 My Sandy gied to me a ring 6 343 My Sandy O, my Sandy O 6 344 My sister! my sweet sister! if a name 41 792 My Son, these maxims make a rule 6 183 My soul cleaveth unto the dust 44 296 My soul fainteth for thy salvation 44 300 My soul waiteth in silence for God only 44 216 My spotless love hovers with purest wings 40 220 My sword could not at all compare with thine . . . . 14 12 My thoughts hold mortal strife 40 326 My true-love hath my heart, and I have his 40 212 Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew . . . . 41 913 Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair 6 202 Nae heathen name shall I prefix 6 275 Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes 41 918 Nay, with my goodwill 49 387 Nearer, my God, to thee 45 568 Never the time and the place 42 1108 Never trust in women; nor rely upon their vows . . . . 16 10 No churchman am I for to rail and to write 6 37 No cold approach, no altered mien 6 443 No coward soul is mine 42 n 10 No longer mourn for me when I am dead 40 275 No more of your guests, be they titled or not . . . . 6 513 No more, ye warblers of the wood! no more 6 488 No, my own love of other years 41 901 No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist 41 882 No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay . . . 6 257 No song nor dance I bring from yon great city . . . . 6 371 No Spartan tube, no Attic shell 6 492 No Stewart art thou, Galloway 6 466

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¶away 42 1069 None keepeth a secret but a faithful person 16 58 Nor grain, nor wealth, nor store of gold and silver . . . 45 676 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note 41 822 Not, Celia, that I juster am 40 384 Not here and there, but everywhere 9 132 Not marble, nor the gilded monuments 40 273 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul 40 279 Not to know vice at all, and keep true state 40 294 Not unto us, O Jehovah, not unto us 44 290 Now daye was gone, and night was come 39 326 Now haply down yon gay green shaw 6 519 Now in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays . . . . 6 509 Now, Kennedy, if foot or horse 6 188 Now Nature deeds the flowery lea 6 505 Now Nature hangs her mantle green 6 396 Now, Reader, I have told my Dream to thee . . . . 15 166 Now Robin lies in his last lair 6 93 Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers 6 471 Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes 6 277 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white 42 974 Now spring has clad the grove in green 6 538 Now thank we all our God 45 558 Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger . . . . 4 39 Now the golden Morn aloft 40 460 Now the last day of many days 41 845 Now this is my first counsel 49 368 Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns 6 45 Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room . . . . 41 681 O a' ye pious godly flocks 6 63 O angry fate, forbear 16 25 O aye my wife she dang me 6 515 O blithe new-comer! I have heard 41 641 O bonie was yon rosy brier 6 538 O Brignall banks are wild and fair 41 738 O brother, rest from miserable mee 32 85 O cam ye here the fight to shun 6 358 O can ye labour lea, young man 6 438 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done . . . . 42 1412 O could I give thee India's wealth 6 329 O Death, had'st thou but spar'd his life 6 58

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¶O Death! thou tyrant fell and bloody 6 383 O fairest Flower, no sooner blown but blasted . . . . 4 18 O for him back again 6 357 O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide 40 280 O Friend! I know not which way I must look . . . . 41 676 O Friends! with whom my feet have trod 42 1338 O give thanks unto Jehovah; for he is good 44 281 O God, keep not thou silence 44 248 O God, the nations are come into thine inheritance . . . 44 244 O God, thou art my God; earnestly will I seek thee . . 44 217 O God, thou hast cast us off, thou hast broken us down . 44 215 O God, why hast thou cast us off for ever 44 234 O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung . . . - 4 1 880 O Gowdie, terror o' the whigs 6 94 O gude ale comes and gude ale goes 6 515 O had each Scot of ancient times 6 272 O had the malt thy strength of mind 6 513 O happy dames! that may embrace 40 193 O happy shades! to me unblest 41 542 O happy souls, which from this mortal vale 14 391 O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde 40 108 O hearken, ye who speak the English Tongue . . . . 49 255 O how can I be blythe and glad 6 304 O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem . . . . 40 272 O how shall I, unskilfu', try 6 405 O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm . . . . 40 314 O Jehovah, my God, in thee do I take refuge . . . . 44 150 O Jehovah, our Lord 44 151 O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger 44 149 O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath 44 188 O Jehovah, the God of my salvation 44 253 O Jehovah, thou God to whom vengeance belongeth . . 44 262 O Jehovah, thou hast searched me, and known me . . . 4 4 319 O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten 6 456 O Kenmure's on and awa, Willie 6 422 O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa' 6 435 O lassie, are ye sleepin yet 6 517 O lay thy loof in mine, lass 6 550 O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles 6 57 O leeze me on my spinnin-wheel 6 441 O let me in this ae night 6 517 O let the solid ground 42 1028 O let us howl some heavy note 47 821

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¶O listen, listen, ladies gay 41 74^ O Logan, sweedy didst thou glide 6 462 O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the laird 41 571 O Lord, since we have feasted thus . 6 461 O Lord, when hunger pinches sore 6 461 O lovely Polly Stewart 6 413 O lovers' eyes are sharp to see 41 744 O luve will venture in where it daur na weel be seen . . 6 406 O lyric Love, half angel and half bird 42 1109 O Mary, at thy window be 6 31 O Mary, go and call the cattle home 42 1061 O May, thy morn was ne'er so sweet 6 428 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head 40 282 O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty 6 415 O merry hae I been teethin a heckle 6 134 O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour 6 454 O Mistress mine, where are you roaming 40 262 O Mother Earth! upon thy lap 42 1341 O mount and go, mount and make you ready . . . . 6 344 O my Luve's like a red, red rose 6 482 O never say that I was false of heart 40 279 O Nightingale that on yon blooming spray 4 38 O once I lov'd a bonie lass 6 19 O Philly, happy be that day 6 506 O poortith cauld, and restless love 6 451 O praise Jehovah, all ye nations 44 292 O raging Fortune's withering blast 6 36 O rough, rude, ready-witted Rankine 6 53 O rowan tree, O rowan tree! thou'lt aye be dear to me . . 41 564 O sad and heavy, should I part 6 430 O saw ye bonie Lesley 6 442 O saw ye my Dear, my Philly 6 501 O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab 6 414 O saw ye not fair Ines 41 905 O saw ye not fair Ines 28 385 O say what is that thing call'd Light 40 441 O sing a new song to the Lord . . . . . . . . 6 336 O sing unto my roundelay 41 558 O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom 41 790 O soft embalmer of the still midnight 41 896 O stay, sweet warbling, woodlark, stay „ 6 531 O steer her up, an' haud her gaun 6 516 O stream descending to the sea 42 1120

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¶O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South 42 974 O sweet and constant hope 14 432 O talk not to me of a name great in story 41 789 O that I had ne'er been married 6 543 O that 'twere possible 42 1049 O that's the lassie o' my heart 6 540 O the month of May, the merry month of May . . . 47 502 O Thou dread Power, who reign'st above 6 238 O Thou Great Being! what Thou art 6 32 O Thou, in whom we live and move 6 428 O thou pale orb that silent shines 6 195 O thou, that sitt'st upon a throne 41 484 O Thou, the first, the greatest friend 6 33 O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause 6 34 O Thou! whatever title suit thee 6 140 O Thou, who in the heavens does dwell 6 70 O Thou who kindly dost provide 6 427 O thou whom Poetry abhors 6 264 O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down 41 584 O Tibbie, I hae seen the day 6 20 O, to be in England 42 1068 O waly waly up the bank 40 323 O wat ye wha that lo'es me 6 540 O wat ye wha's in yon town 6 518 "O well's me o' my gay goss-hawk" 40 69 O were I on Parnassus hill 6 314 O were my love yon Lilac fair 6 464 O wert thou in the cauld blast 6 552 O wert thou, Love, but near me 6 535 O wha my babie-clouts will buy? 6 182 O wha will shoe my fu fair foot 40 65 O wha will to Saint Stephen's House 6 309 O what a plague is love 40 380 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms 41 893 O when shall I a mansion give 45 779 O when she cam' ben she bobbed fu' law 6 432 O whistle an' I'll come to ye, my lad 6 469 O why should Fate sic pleasure have 6 451 O why the deuce should I repine 6 36 O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being . . 41 833 O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut 6 355 O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar . . . . 6 344 O World! O Life! O Time 41 842

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¶O world of wonders! (I can say no less) 15 69 O worship the King all glorious above 45 540 O ye plants, ye herbs, and ye trees 14 227 O ye wha are sae guid yoursel' 6 184 O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains 6 50 Obscurest night involved the sky 41 540 Of a' the airts the wind can blaw 6 306 Of all the girls that are so smart 40 403 Of all the numerous ills that hurt our peace . . . . 6 49 Of all the rides since the birth of time 42 1357 Of all the thoughts of God that are 41 941 Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing 42 1193 Of Lordly acquaintance you boast 6 427 Of man's first disobedience and the fruit 4 88 Of Nelson and the North 41 779 Of old, when Scarron his companions invited . . . . 4 1 5°5 Of this fair volume which we World do name . . . . 40 327 Oft in the stilly night 41 816 Often I think of the beautiful town 42 1290 Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green 42 1147 Oh clap your hands, all ye peoples 44 200 Oh come, let us sing unto Jehovah 44 263 Oh for my sake do you with Fortune chide . . . 27 308 Oh Galuppi, Baldassare, this is very sad to find . . . . 42 1080 Oh give thanks unto Jehovah, call upon his name . . . 44 275 Oh give thanks unto Jehovah; for he is good . . . . 44 293 Oh give thanks unto Jehovah; for he is good . . . . 44 . 316 Oh how love I thy law 44 301 Oh I am come to the low Countrie 6 490 Oh, open the door, some pity to shew 6 455 Oh sing unto Jehovah a new song 44 264 Oh sing unto Jehovah a new song 44 266 Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare 42 1223 Oh that those lips had language! 41 543 Oh, the auld house, the auld house 41 561 Oh, yes! They love through all this world of ours . . 41 939 Oh! young Lochinvar is come out of the west . . . . 41 751 Old Chronos once took queen Sedition to wife . . . . 12 37 Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone 40 121 Old Winter, with his frosty beard 6 475 On a bank of flowers, in a summer day 6 341 On a day, alack the day! 40 266 On a Poet's lips I slept 41 855

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¶On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells 6 28 On either side the river lie 42 967 On his lips Persuasion hung 9 207 On Linden, when the sun was low 41 781 On parent knees, a naked new-born child 41 580 On peace an' rest my mind was bent 6 515 On the brink of the night and the morning 28 89 On the heights peals the thunder, and trembles the bridge 26 380 On the Sabbath-day 42 1146 On the seas and far away 6 495 On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood . . . . 41 682 Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee . . . . 41 676 Once fondly lov'd, and still remembered dear . . . . 6 221 Once in a cellar lived a rat 19 87 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and

¶weary 42 1227 • One day I wrote her name upon the strand 40 251 One more Unfortunate 41 907 One more Unfortunate 28 386 One night as I did wander 6 91 One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell 6 59 One word is too often profaned 41 850 One's-self I sing, a simple separate person 42 1402 Oppress'd with grief, oppress'd with care 6 197 Or love of understanding quite is void 14 190 Orthodox! orthodox, who believe in John Knox . . . . 6 351 Others abide our question. Thou art free 42 1129 Our band is few but true and tried 42 1217 Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd . 41 770 Our God, our help in ages past 45 538 Our signal in love is the glance of our eyes 16 77 Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair 6 360 Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Jehovah . . 44 312 Out of the night that covers me 42 1210 Out over the Forth, I look to the North 6 398 Out upon it, I have loved 40 353 Over the mountains 40 379 Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day 40 316 Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make . . . . 4 1 938 Pausanias you may praise, and Xanthippus he be for 12 23 Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare 6 376 Phoebus, arise 40 329 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 41 745

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¶Pipes of the misty moorlands 42 1360 Piping down the valleys wild 41 584 Poets, like disputants, when reasons fail 18 106 Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing 40 398 Poor Little-faith! Hast been among the Thieves . . . 15 135 Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are 6 248 Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth 40 281 Poverty causeth the lustre of a man to grow dim . . . 16 128 Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion 44 219 "Praise Woman still," his lordship roars 6 478 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Blessed is the man that feareth Jehovah 44 288 Praise ye Jehovah

¶For it is good to sing praises 44 328 Praise ye Jehovah

¶I will give thanks unto Jehovah 44 287 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Oh give thanks unto Jehovah 44 277 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Praise God in his sanctuary 44 331 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Praise Jehovah, O my soul 44 327 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Praise, O ye servants of Jehovah 44 289 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Praise ye Jehovah from the heavens 44 330 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Praise ye the name of Jehovah 44 315 Praise ye Jehovah

¶Sing unto Jehovah a new song 44 331 Preserve me, O God; for in thee do I take refuge . . . 44 158 Princes have persecuted me without a cause 44 305 Proud Maisie is in the wood 41 746 Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak . . . 4 1 899 Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane 42 1121 Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair 40 299 Ranged thus for battle on the sacred plain . . . . . . 4 5 785 Rarely, rarely comest thou 41 825 Rash mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name 6 276 Raving winds around her blowing 6 299 Reader! I am to let thee know 15 368 Rejoice in Jehovah, O ye righteous 44 180 Religion! what treasure untold 39 295

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¶Remember me when I am gone away 42 n 82 Remember the word unto thy servant 44 298 Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow 41 520 Restore to my eyelids the sleep which hath been ravished . 1 6 62 Revered defender of beauteous Stuart 6 266 Riches I hold in light esteem 42 n 11 Right, sir! your text I'll prove it true 6 225 Righteous art thou, O Jehovah 44 303 Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread . . . 40 211 "Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says . . . . 40 51 Rivulet crossing my ground 42 1041 Robin shure in hairst 6 324 Robin was a rovin' boy 6 92 Roman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed

¶in fire 42 1014 Round the cape of a sudden came the sea 42 1069 Rudely thou wrongest my dear heart's desire 40 250 Ruin seize thee, ruthless King 40 456 Rusticity's ungainly form 6 248 Sabrina fair 4 67 Sad thy tale, thou idle page 6 272 Sae flaxen were her ringlets 6 497 Sae rantingly, sae wantonly 6 297 Satyr-king, instead of swords 12 70 Save me, O God 44 226 Save me, O God, by thy name 44 208 Say not the struggle naught availeth 42 1119 Say over again, and yet once over again 41 931 Say, sages, what's the charm on earth 6 550 Scorn'd, to be scorn'd by one that I scorn 42 1029 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled 6 472 Search while thou wilt, and let thy Reason go . . . . ' 3 264 Searching auld wives' barrels 6 355 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness 41 879 See how the flowers, as at parade 40 370 See the Chariot at hand here of Love 40 290 See the smoking bowl before us 6 132 See what a lovely shell 42 1046 See where she sits upon the grassie greenc 40 245 See with what simplicity 40 371 Sensibility, how charming 6 426 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day 40 270 Shall I, wasting in despair . . . . . . . 40 332

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¶Shall they who wrong begin yet rightly end 15 46 She came to the village church 42 1025 She dwelt among the untrodden ways 41 670 She is a winsome wee thing 6 444 She is not fair to outward view 41 912 She walks in beauty, like the night 41 789 She was a phantom of delight 41 651 She was so fair 5 277 She which you view, with triple face and sheen . . . . 14 514 She's fair and fause that causes my smart 6 328 Shepherd of tender youth 45 541 Should auld acquaintance be forgot 6 317 Shouldst thou think upon me after the length of my age . 16 304 Shrewd Willie Smellie to Crochallan came 6 255 Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave 6 485 Sick, am I sick of a jealous dread 42 1026 Sigurd of yore 49 371 Since all that I can ever do for thee 42 1119 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea . . . 40 274 Since cruel thou (I publish) dost desire 14 101 Since I am coming to that holy room 15 355 Since, then, such blessings manifold 45 739 Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part . . . . 40 228 Sing aloud unto God our strength 44 246 Sing hey my braw John Highlandman 6 126 Sing lullaby, as women do 40 195 Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough . . . . 6 452 Sir, as your mandate did request 6 186 Sir, o'er a gill I gat your card 6 189 Sir Wisdom's a fool when he's fou 6 125 Sir, Yours this moment I unseal 6 201 Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile 41 582 Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature 6 502 So all day long the noise of battle roll'd 42 986 So dark a mind within me dwells 42 1032 So every spirit, as it is most pure 5 167 So oft as I her beauty do behold . . . . . . . . 40 250 Soft on the fell 49 298 Some books are lies frae end to end 6 74 Some say the Pilgrim's Progress is not mine . . . . 15 319 Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone 42 1180 Souls of Poets, dead and gone 41 874 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife 41 748

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¶Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king . . 40 261 St. Agnes's Eve!—ah, bitter chill it was 41 883 Stand close around, ye Stygian set 41 899 Star that bringest home the bee 41 771 Stars of the summer night 42 1273 Stay, my charmer, can you leave me 6 298 Stay, O sweet, and do not rise 40 310 Stern Daughter of the voice of God 41 649 Still anxious to secure your partial favour 6 477 Still to be neat, still to be drest 40 290 "Stop thief!" dame Nature call'd to Death 6 487 Strait is the spot and green the sod 6 269 Strange fits of passion have I known 41 669 Strange, that I felt so gay 42 1040 Streams that glide in orient plains 6 282 Strew on her roses, roses 42 1129 Strive thou, O Jehovah, with them that strive with me . 4 4 182 Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear 45 565 Sunset and evening star 42 1057 Sunshine was he 5 57 Sure never were seen two such beautiful ponies . . . . 18 132 Surely God is good to Israel 44 232 Surprised by joy—impatient as the wind 41 674 Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow 42 1201 Sweet and low, sweet and low 42 972 Sweet are the banks—the banks o' Doon 6 398 Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content . . . . 40 282 Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain 41 509 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes 40 336 Sweet closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood . . . . 6 403 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright 40 342 Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall . . . . 4 2 n 80 Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph, that liv'st unseen . . . . 4 50 Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn 6 512 Sweet flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love 6 394 Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower 41 652 Sweet naivete of feature 6 447 Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade . . . - 4 1 534 Sweetest love, I do not go 40 307 Swiftly walk over the western wave 41 832 Symmetrical, and square in shape 45 688 Take, O take those lips away 40 267 Talk not to me of savages 6 550

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¶Tam Samson's weel-worn clay here lies 6 245 Tanagra! think not I forget 41 899 Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense 41 678 Teach me, my God and King 40 342 Teach me, O Jehovah, the way of thy statutes . . . . 44 296 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean . . . . 42 972 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean . . . . 28 390 Tell me, Muse, of that man 22 9 Tell me not, in mournful numbers 42 1264 Tell me not of a face that's fair 40 369 Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind 40 354 Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light 41 856 Tell me where is Fancy bred 40 263 Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandal's school 18 109 Thank Heaven! the crisis 42 1236 That sir which serves and seeks for gain 46 254 That there is a falsehood in his looks 6 499 That time of year thou may'st in me behold 40 276 That which her slender waist confined 40 357 That's my last Duchess painted on the wall 42 1074 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold . . 41 785 The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout 6 439 The battle on Thermodon that shall be 12 206 The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern

¶way 42 1344 The blear-eyed escapeth a pit into which the clear-sighted

¶falleth 16 122 The blessed Damozel lean'd out 42 1149 The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw 6 303 The bonie lass made the bed to me 6 528 The Brahman who his evil traits hath banished . . . 45 627 The bride cam' out o' the byre 41 567 The cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't 6 527 The casded crag of Drachenfels 41 798 The Catrine woods were yellow seen 6 109 The clatt'ring thunderbolt that did adorn 14 513 The cock is crowing 41 604 The cod-piece that will house 46 264 The Cooper o' Cuddy came here awa 6 527 The crimson light of sunset falls 42 1199 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day 40 443 The day is cold, and dark, and dreary 42 1273 The day is done, and the darkness 42 1274

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¶The day is done, and the darkness 28 379 The day is past and over 45 542 The day returns, my bosom burns 6 314 The deil cam fiddlin' thro' the town 6 439 The deil's awa, the deil's awa 6 439 The Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying . . . . 6 350 The dusky night rides down the sky 41 501 The earth is Jehovah's; and the fulness thereof . . . . 44 169 Th' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame 40 281 The face of all the world is changed, I think 41 926 The fault was mine, the fault was mine 42 1044 The first time that the sun rose on thine oath . . . . 4 1 936 The flame flared at its maddest 49 316 The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa's 6 413 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God . . . . 44 156 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God . . . . 44 207 The forward youth that would appear 40 372 The fountains mingle with the river 41 832 The friend whom, wild from Wisdom's way . . . . 6 479 The future hides in it 25 387 The gallant Youth, who may have gained 41 631 The gloomy night is gath'ring fast 6 238 The glories of our blood and state 40 349 The Greeks, when by their courage and their might 12 98 The grief increaseth, and withal the shame 14 315 The Groups break up, and only they, the wise say . . 45 684 The harp that once through Tara's halls 41 819 The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn . 6 261 The heavens declare the glory of God 44 163 The Hill, tho' high, I covet to ascend 15 45 The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece 41 812 The King of love my shepherd is 45 536 The king our Emperor Carlemaine 49 95 The King shall joy in thy strength, O Jehovah . . . . 44 165 The king sits in Dumferling toune 40 74 The King's most humble servant, I 6 460 The Laddies by the banks o' Nith 6 370 The Laird o' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great . . - 4 1 563 The lamp of day with ill-presaging glare 6 273 The lang lad they ca' Jumpin John 6 302 The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest 40 354 The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King . . . 40 326 The last time I came o'er the moor 6 461

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¶The lazy mist hangs from the brow of the hill . . . . 6 315 The Lord is only my support 15 208 The lovely lass of Inverness 6 488 The Magadhans hold hitherto a doctrine 45 721 The man, in life wherever plac'd . . . . . . . . 6 33 The man of life upright 40 286 The man whose mind, like to a rock 45 712 The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I . . . . 4 6 428 The merchant, to secure his treasure 40 397 The Mighty One, God, Jehovah, hath spoken . . . . 44 203 The moon becometh perfect once each month . . . . 16 331 The more we live, more brief appear 41 775 The murmur of the mourning ghost 42 1114 The news frae Moidart cam' yestereen 41 564 The night is come, but not too soon 42 1265 The night is come, like to the day 3 328 The night was still, and o'er the hill 6 237 The noble Maxwells and their powers 6 419 The play is done; the curtain drops 42 1058 The poetry of earth is never dead 41 895 The poor man weeps—here Gavin sleeps 6 219 The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade . . . . . 4 1 534 The red rose whispers of passion 42 1198 The Robin to the Wren's nest 6 542 The rounded world is fair to see 5 223 The sacred lowe o' weel-placed love 28 86 The sea is calm to-night 42 1137 The series which doth bear a fruit 45 683 The shadows lay along Broadway 28 374 The shepherd for the dance was dress'd 19 44 The simple bard, rough at the rustic plough 6 230 The simple Bard, unbroke by rules of art 6 221 The skies they were ashen and sober 42 1230 The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning . . 6 305 The smile-dimpled lake woo'd to bathe in its deep . . . 26 380 The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing . . . . . . . 6 417 The Solemn League and Covenant 6 512 The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise 41 930 The spacious firmament on high 40 400 The spacious firmament on high 45 535 The splendor falls on castle walls 42 973 The sun descending in the west 41 585 The sun had clos'd the winter day 6 172

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¶The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond . . - 4 1 593 The sun he is sunk in the west 6 22 The sun, in ancient guise, competing 19 18 The sun is warm, the sky is clear 41 827 The sun set; but set not his hope 5 183 The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the

¶plains 42 1004 The sun upon the lake is low 41 754 The sun (which doth the greatest comfort bring,) . . 40 319 The Sundays of man's life 15 416 The Thames flows proudly to the sea 6 342 The thirsty earth soaks up the rain 40 366 The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart . 44 185 The tree of deepest root is found 45 689 The tryals that those men do meet withal 15 77 The twentieth year is well-nigh past 41 537 The valiant, in himself, what can he suffer 6 224 The valiant warrior famoused for fight 5 no The victory now hath this illustrious Buddha won . . . 45 622 The wean wants a cradle 6 542 The weary pund, the weary pund 6 431 The whole world was not half so wide 25 438 The wind blew hollow frae the hills 6 400 The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last . . 6 303 The wintry west extends his blast 6 31 The word of the Lord by night 42 1261 The World is too much with us; late and soon . . . . 41 678 The world's a bubble and the life of Man 40 348 The world's great age begins anew 41 824 The worthy knight lies there 14 515 The year's at the spring 42 1073 The young May moon is beaming, love 41 821 Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon . 6 534 Then gudewife, count the lawin 6 378 Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now 40 276 Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher 6 548 Then mounte! then mounte, brave gallants all . . . . 2 8 392 Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary 6 283 There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men . . . . 40 398 There be none of Beauty's daughters 41 788 There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland 40 101 There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine 41 614 There is a garden in her face 40 284

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¶There is delight in singing, though none hear . . . . 4 1 There is no flock, however watched and tended . . . 42 There is no writer that shall not perish 16 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet . . 41 There is sweet music here that softer falls 42 There lived a carl in Kellyburn Braes 6 There lived a wife at Usher's Well 40 There shall be seen upon a day 3 There they are, my fifty men and women 42 There, through the long, long summer hours . . . . 28 There was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass . . . . 6 There was a boor from Gelderland 47 There was a king in Thule 19 There was a lad was born in Kyle 6 There was a lass, and she was fair 6 There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg 6 There was a roaring in the wind all night 41 There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream . . 41 There was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen 6 There was five Carlins in the South 6 There was once a day, but old Time was then young . . 6 There was three kings into the east 6 There was twa sisters in a bowr 40 There were three ladies lived in a bower 40 There were three rauens sat on a tree 40 There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the

¶purest 18 There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity . . . . 6 There's Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen . . . 6 There's Death in the cup, so beware 6 There's nane sail ken, there's nane can guess . . . . 6 There's nane that's blest of human kind 6 There's news, lassies, news 6 There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 41 There's nought but care on ev'ry han' 6 These are the five donations great . . . . . . - 4 5 These eyes, dear Lord, once brandons of desire . . . . 40 They all were looking for a king 42 They are all gone into the world of light 40 They bore him barefac'd on the bier 46 They made use of their power 16 They shot him dead on the Nine-Stone rig 41 They snool me sair, and haud me down 6

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¶They that have power to hurt, and will do none . . . . 4 0 277 They that trust in Jehovah 44 309 They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead . 42 n 13 Thickest night, o'erhang my dwelling 6 281 Thine am I, my faithful Fair 6 475 Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair 6 552 Think me not unkind and rude 42 1242 This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain 6 372 This Doctrine out of toil begot 45 720 This is he, who felled by foes 5 273 This is no my ain lassie 6 537 This is the forest primeval 42 1300 This is the month, and this the happy morn 4 7 This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign . . . . 42 1365 This is true Liberty when free born men 3 183 This Life, which seems so fair 40 327 This lump of earth has left his estate 42 1032 This morning timely wrapt with holy fire 40 297 This rich marble doth inter 4 27 This Sancho Panza is of body little 14 515 This tale of my sore-troubled life I write 31 4 This winter's weather it waxeth cold 40 188 This wot ye all whom it concerns 6 240 Thou comest! all is said without a word 41 935 Thou flatt'ring mark of friendship kind 6 191 Thou greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures 6 460 Thou hast dealt well with thy servant 44 299 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie 6 473 Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor 41 924 Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme 6 407 Thou ling'ring star, with lessening ray 6 365 Thou, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign 6 320 Thou of an independent mind 6 526 Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme . . . . 28 87 Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness 41 878 Thou that my doleful life didst imitate 14 n Thou thoughtest well of the days 16 201 Thou unrelenting Past 42 1221 Thou, who thy honor as thy God rever'st 6 403 Thou whom chance may hither lead 6 307 Thou whom chance may hither lead 6 319 Thou, Whose Almighty word 45 572 Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies 40 384

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¶Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me 6 55 Tho' cruel fate should bid us part 6 92 Though fickle Fortune has deceived me 6 36 Though the day of my destiny's over 41 790 Though the day of my destiny's over 28 389 Though thou art not a peer, thou hast no peer . . . . 14 12 Tho' women's minds, like winter winds 6 133 Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason 6 207 Three poets, in three distant ages born 40 396 Three years she grew in sun and shower 41 671 Three years she grew in sun and shower 28 147 Through and through th' inspir'd leaves 6 264 Through birth and rebirth's endless round 45 624 Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts 42 n 26 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts 40 271 Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream 41 500 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me 44 299 Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright 41 740 Thy testimonies are wonderful 44 303 Thy tomb is fairly placed upon the strand 12 34 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet 44 301 Tiger, tiger, burning bright 41 583 Time consists of two days; this, bright; and that, gloomy . 16 16 Timely blossom, Infant fair 40 440 Timon, the misanthrope, am I below 12 377 Tired with all these, for restful death I cry 40 275 'Tis Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend . . . 6 541 'Tis that, that gives the poet rage 39 309 'Tis the day of resurrection 45 543 'Tis the last rose of summer 41 818 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock 41 709 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved 41 815 To be or not to be? That is the question 34 132 To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name . . . . 40 301 To fair Fidele's grassy tomb 41 475 To heal his heart of long-time pain . . . . • . . . 4 2 1398 To him who in the love of Nature holds 42 1213 To John I owed great obligation 40 398 To make a happy fireside clime 28 86 To me, fair friend, you never can be old 40 278 To Megara some of our madcaps ran 12 67 To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love 41 591 To my ninth decade I have totter'd on 41 905

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¶To my true king I offered, free from stain 41 917 To paint fair Nature, by divine command 27 299 To Riddell, much lamented man 6 514 To see a world in a grain of sand 41 586 To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke . . 41 752 To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids 6 296 To you, sir, this summons I've sent 6 222 Toll for the Brave 41 533 To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day 46 178 Too many leaders are not well; the way 12 384 Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men 41 655 True hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow . . . 6 455 True Thomas lay o'er yond grassy bank 40 76 Truly, I never have seen the market and street so deserted . 19 337 Truly woman is of glass 14 317 Turn again, thou fair Eliza 6 416 Turn all thy thoughts to eyes 40 286 Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud . . 42 976 Turn on the prudent Ant thy heedless eyes 39 294 'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won 40 391 'Twas even,—the dewy fields were green 6 220 'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle 6 151 'Twas in the seventeen hunder year 6 524 'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin 6 534 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean . . 41 590 'Twas on a lofty vase's side 40 462 'Twas on a Monday morning 6 489 'Twas on a Monday morning 41 566 'Twas one of the charmed days 42 1252 'Twas when the stacks get on their winter hap . . . . 6 231 Twenty years hence my eyes may grow 41 898 Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea 41 675 Umbriel, a dusky, melancholy sprite 34 149 Under a spreading chestnut-tree 42 1271 Under the greenwood tree 40 263 Under the wide and starry sky 42 1213 Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward . . . 4 2 1140 Underneath this sable hearse 40 333 Unhappy they, to whom God ha'n't reveal'd 27 67 Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart 41 924 Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes 44 308 Unto thee, O Jehovah, do I lift up my soul 44 170 Unto thee, O Jehovah, will I call 44 174

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¶Up and waur them a', Jamie 6 371 Up from the meadows rich with corn 42 1362 Up in the morning's no for me 6 300 Up the airy mountain 42 1116 Up the streets of Aberdeen 42 1347 Up wi' the carls o' Dysart 6 265 Upon a simmer Sunday morn 6 96 Upon my lap, my Sovereign sits 40 256 Upon that night, when fairies light 6 in Vane, young in years but in sage counsel old 4 83 Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity 42 1075 Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying 41 703 Victorious men of earth, no more 40 350 Vigil strange I kept on the field one night 42 1403 Virupakkhas, I love them all 45 708 Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e 6 510 Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf 6 221 Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea . . 42 ion Wake! For the Sun behind yon Eastern bright . . . . 4 1 943 Waken, lords and ladies gay 41 750 Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword . . . 41 812 We are na fou, we're nae that fou 6 355 We are the music-makers 42 1198 We cam na here to view your warks 6 275 We give thanks unto thee, O God 44 236 We grant they're thine, those beauties all 6 499 We have heard with our ears, O God 44 195 We must resign! heaven his great soul does claim . . . 34 146 We praise thee, O God, we acknowledge thee to be the Lord 45 546 We talk'd with open heart, and tongue 41 602 We trod the steps appointed for us 16 68 We twa hae paidl't i' the burn 28 89 We walk'd along, while bright and red 41 600 We watch'd her breathing thro' the night 41 910 We'll hide the Cooper behint the door 6 527 We're all deluded, vainly searching ways . . . . . . . 3 295 Weak-winged is song 42 1379 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r 6 193 Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie 6 119 Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet 6 514 Weep with me, all you that read 40 299 Welcome, wild North-easter 42 1062 Well I remember how you smiled 41 9 0 1

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¶Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made . . . . 4 1 728 Were I as base as is the lowly plain 40 314 Were I so tall to reach the pole 40 398 Wha, in a brulyie, will 6 490 Wha is that at my bower-door? 6 48 Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware 6 548 Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung 40 78 Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote 40 11 Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass 6 361 Whare live ye, my bonie lass 6 433 What ails ye now, ye lousie bitch 6 228 What bird so sings, yet so does wail? 40 209 What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie . . . 6 406 What can I give thee back, O liberal 41 926 What constitutes a State 41 579 What danger is the Pilgrim in 15 309 What dost thou in that mansion fair? 6 466 What flocks of critics hover here to-day 18 21 What guile is this, that those her golden tresses . . . 40 249 What hath wrought Sigurd 49 391 What have I done for you . 42 1210 What I have left, I left not from generosity 16 302 What is our life? The play of passion 40 207 What man his conduct guardeth, and hath wisdom . . . 45 739 What needs my Shakespeare, for his honoured bones 4 25 What needs this din about the town o' Lon'on . . . . 6 374 What one would think doth seek to slay outright . . . 15 274 What time my age was twenty-nine, Subhadda . . . . 45 643 What was he doing, the great god Pan 41 922 What will I do gin my Hoggie die 6 298 Whatever is, is right. Though purblind man 1 55 When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad

¶earth's aching breast 42 1370 When all the world is young, lad 42 1062 When at the first I took my pen in hand 15 5 When biting Boreas, fell and dour 6 248 When Britain first at Heaven's command 40 442 When, by a generous Public's kind acclaim 6 260 When chapman billies leave the street 6 388 When chill November's surly blast 6 60 When Christians unto carnal men give ear 15 24 When daisies pied and violets blue 40 264 When dear Clarinda, matchless fair 6 293

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¶When Death's dark stream I ferry o'er 6 281 When do I see thee most, beloved one 42 1178 When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never 4 81 When first I came to Stewart Kyle 6 57 When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town . . . 6 414 When first the fiery-mantled Sun 41 771 When fortune is liberal to thee 16 202 When God at first made man 40 345 When God willeth an event 16 130 When Guilford good our pilot stood 6 51 When he came to grene wode 28 396 When he who adores thee has left but the name . . . . 41 817 When I am dead, my dearest 42 1181 When I consider how my light is spent 4 84 When I consider life, 't is all a cheat - 3 4 *34 When I have borne in memory what has tamed . . . - 4 1 677 When I have fears that I may cease to be 41 897 When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced . . . . 40 274 When I survey the bright 40 252 When icicles hang by the wall 40 262 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes . . . . 40 270 When in the chronicle of wasted time 40 278 When Israel went forth out of Egypt . . . . . . . 4 4 289 When Januar's wind was blawing cauld 6 527 When Jehovah brought back those that returned to Zion . 44 310 When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart . . 6 487 When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year . . . 4 1 921 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd 42 1412 When Love with unconfined wings 40 355 When lovely woman stoops to folly 41 505 When lyart leaves bestrow the yird 6 122 When maidens such as Hester die 41 735 When men shall find thy flow'r, thy glory, pass . . . . 40 220 When Morine, deceas'd, to the Devil went down . . . 6 467 When Music, heavenly maid, was young 41 476 When Nature her great master-piece design'd . . . . 6 311 When o'er the hill the eastern star 6 443 When on my sickly couch I lay 28 25 When our two souls stand up erect and strong . . . . 41 932 When priests are more in word than matter 46 266 When Princes and Prelates 6 450 When rosy May comes in wi' flowers 6 340 When Ruth was left half desolate 41 607

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¶When Saints do sleepy grow, let them come hither . . . 15 139 When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son 4 15 When the British warrior queen 41 539 When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle . . . 6 344 When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces . . 42 1199 When the hours of Day are numbered 42 1267 When the lamp is shatter'd 41 851 When the pine tosses its cones 42 1249 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame . . 41 557 When the voices of children are heard on the green . . 41 590 When to her lute Corinna sings 40 285 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought . . . . 40 271 When to the strenuous, meditative Brahman . . . . 45 626 When we met first and loved, I did not build . . . - 4 1 937 When we two parted 41 787 When wild war's deadly blast was blawn 6 457 Whenas in silks my Julia goes 40 336 Where are the joys I have met in the morning . . . . 6 474 Where are the Kings and the peoples of the earth . 16 312 Where art thou, my beloved Son 41 644 Where, braving angry winter's storms 6 288 Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea 6 412 Where did you come from, baby dear 42 n 18 Where dost thou careless lie 40 298 Where hae ye been sae braw, lad 6 359 Where is the home for me 8 383 Where lies the land to which the ship would go . . . . 42 n 22 Where shall the lover rest 41 742 Where the bee sucks, there suck I 46 455 Where the bee sucks, there suck I 40 266 Where the remote Bermudas ride 40 376 Where they once dug for money 28 401 Whereas my birth and spirit rather took 15 385 Whereas the wise who cultivate 45 736 Wherewith shall a young man cleanse his way . . . . 44 295 Whether is better, the gift or the donor 42 1253 Which that the sun with his beams hot 40 199 While at the stook the shearers cow'r 6 104 While briers an' woodbines budding green 6 79 While eagerly man culls life's flowers 45 696 While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things . . . . 6 446 While larks, with little wing 6 467 While new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake 6 83

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¶While virgin Spring by Eden's flood 6 418 While winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw 6 66 While you here do snoring lie 46 426 Whiles in the early winter eve 42 1197 Whither, midst falling dew 42 1222 Who are you, dusky woman, so ancient hardly human . . 42 1407 Who doth my weal diminish thus and stain 14 237 Who is it worships at my feet 45 706 Who is Silvia? What is she? 40 264 Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he 41 656 Who made the heart, 'tis He alone 28 86 Who shall, Mattio, yield our pain relief 31 168 Who would true valour see 15 301 Whoe'er he be that sojourns here 6 272 Whoe'er she be 40 359 Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know 6 219 Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm 40 303 Whom will you send to London town 6 520 Whose is that noble, dauntless brow 6 260 Whoso would know the power of God's dominion . 31 251 Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene 6 35 Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant 41 674 Why boastest thou thyself in mischief, O mighty man . . 44 206 Why, Damon, with the forward day 41 481 Why do the nations rage 44 145 Why dois your brand sae drap wi' bluid 40 56 Why, let the strucken deer go weep 46 155 Why look the distant mountains 41 917 Why so pale and wan, fond lover 40 353 Who standest thou afar off, O Jehovah 44 153 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie 41 741 Why, why tell thy lover 6 536 Why, ye tenants of the lake 6 285 Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay . . . . 6 542 Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary 6 201 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed 6 434 Wilt thou be my Dearie? 6 479 Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun 40 304 Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun 15 352 Winds blow and waters roll 5 97 Wishfully I look and languish 6 404 Wi' braw new branks in mickle pride 6 227 With Esop's lion, Burns says: Sore I feel 6 276

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¶With food and drinks and cunning magic arts . . . . 2 249 With his cross-bow, and his quiver 26 428 With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies . . 4 0 214 With little here to do or see 41 640 With numerous tribes from Asia's regions brought . . . 12 12 With Pegasus upon a day 6 326 With sacrifice before the rising morn 41 662 With secret throes I marked that earth 6 180 With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee . . . . 4 1 936 Within the glen sae bushy, O 6 202 Word's gane to the kitchen 40 117 Words of strife heard I 49 418 Work of his hand 5 183 Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build 42 1100 Would'st thou hear what man can say 40 297 Wow, but your letter made me vauntie 6 366 Ye banks and braes and streams around 6 444 Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon 6 400 Ye blushing virgins happy are 40 252 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers 40 447 Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright . . . 4 40 Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon 6 399 Ye gallants bright, I rede you right 6 332 Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands 40 107 Ye hypocrites! are these your pranks 6 459 Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires 6 157 Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear . . . . 6 420 Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes 40 234 Ye maggots, feed on Nicol's brain 6 265 Ye Mariners of England 41 777 Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering . . . 6 460 Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie 6 242 Ye true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song 6 459 Ye twain, in trouble and distress 19 11 Ye wavering shapes, again ye do enfold me 19 9 Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear 41 936 Yes; in the sea of life enisled 42 1128 Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain 6 110 Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye 41 680 Yestreen I had a pint o' wine 6 377 Yestreen I met you on the moor 6 20 Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord 40 198 Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed 41 927

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¶Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more . . . . 4 72 Yet, pleased with idle whimsies of his brain 34 143 Yon wandering rill that marks the hill 6 414 Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide . . . . 6 251 You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease 42 998 You brave heroic minds 40 226 You meaner beauties of the night 40 287 You promise heavens free from strife 42 n 14 You render me lovelorn, and remain at ease 16 in You spotted snakes with double tongue 40 265 You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry 42 1073 You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier 6 461 You're welcome, Willie Stewart 6 413 Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain 6 483 Young Jockie was the blythest lad 6 342 Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass 6 108 Your billet, sir, I grant receipt 6 269 Your friendship much can make me blest 6 294 Your hands lie open in the long, fresh grass 42 1179 Your News and Review, sir 6 328

General Index

p. 116¶EXPLANATORY NOTE ON GENERAL INDEX

¶Titles of books, essays, dramas, poems, etc., are indexed under the significant subject word where there is one (as TRUTH, ES

¶SAY ON, Bacon's. IMMORTALITY, ODE ON INTIMATIONS OF).

¶Where there is no principal subject word, the title is indexed in its proper order, omitting initial articles, prepositions, or inter

¶jections (HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS, THE).

¶Titles of works included in The Harvard Classics are entered in small capitals (^ENEID, THE). Works discussed in the Classics, but not included therein, are entered in italics (Percy's Reliques), and will be found as a rule only as subtitles under the author's name. Where the author is unknown or uncertain, or where there is a multiple authorship, the wor\ is entered under its own title.

¶Titles of many poems are merely the first lines repeated. The exact titles of such poems will therefore be found in the INDEX

¶TO THE FIRST LINES OF POEMS, SONGS, CHORUSES, HYMNS AND

¶PSALMS. Any other entry likely to be of use has been put into

the GENERAL INDEX.