Three years she grew in sun and shower (The
Education of Nature)

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Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea (England
and Switzerland, 1802)

20)

We talk'd with open heart, and tongue (The
Fountain)

301

We walk'd along, while bright and red (The Two
April Mornings)

283

When I have borne in memory what has tamed. 211
When Ruth was left half desolate (Ruth)
Where art thou, my beloved Son (The Affliction

of Margaret)

303

WOTTON, SIR HENRY (1568-1639)

231

Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant (To a
Distant Friend)

181

With little here to do or see (To the Daisy)
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye (Admoni-
tion to a Traveller)

How happy is he born or taught (Character of a
Happy Life).

You meaner beauties of the night (Elizabeth of
Bohemia)

WYATT, SIR THOMAS (1503 ?-1542) *

And wilt thou leave me thus (The Lover's Appeal)
Forget not yet the tried intent (4 Supplication).

UNKNOWN

Absence, hear thou my protestation (Present in
Absence)

As I was walking all alane (The Twa Corbies)
Down in yon garden sweet and gay (Willy
Drowned in Yarrow)

I wish I were where Helen lies (Fair Helen)
Love me not for comely grace

My Love in her attire doth shew her wit (The
Poetry of Dress).

Over the mountains (The Great Adventurer)

O waly waly up the bank (The Forsaken Bride)
While that the sun with his beams hot (The Un-
faithful Shepherdess)

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88

25

Awake, awake, my Lyre

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones
Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

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199

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132

84

342

Behold her, single in the field.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

255

7

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Beside the ungathered rice he lay

Best and brightest, come away

Bid me to live, and I will live

246

337

269

80

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
Blow, blow, thou winter wind

104

26

Break, break, break

360

Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art

197

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night

29

32

62

22

Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height

Does the road wind up-hill all the way

451

Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move

Fear death ?-to feel the fog in my throat

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

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28

From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
From Stirling Castle we had seen
Full fathom five thy father lies

49

264

29

Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill

427

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

336

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song

If doughty deeds my lady please
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

If the red slayer think he slays

I am monarch of all I survey

I arise from dreams of thee

I come from haunts of coot and hern

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

I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
I dug, beneath the cypress shade

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330

If thou must love me, let it be for naught

335

If thou survive my well-contented day

If to be absent were to be

29

83

If women could be fair, and yet not fond

I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone

317

I met a traveller from an antique land

251

I'm wearing awa', Jean .

In a drear-nighted December .

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours

157

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland

469

191

369

In the deserted moon-blanch'd street

419

In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining

167

In the sweet shire of Cardigan

I remember, I remember

I saw where in the shroud did lurk

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free

It is not Beauty I demand

It is not growing like a tree

It is the miller's daughter