Now the golden Morn aloft
Now the last day of many days.
O blithe new-comer! I have heard.
O Brignall banks are wild and fair.
Of all the girls that are so smart
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of Nelson and the North
O Friend ! I know not which way I must look
Of this fair volume which we World do name.
Oft in the stilly night
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself dost harm
O listen, listen, ladies gay
O lovers' eyes are sharp to see
O Mary, at thy window be
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head.
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
On a day, alack the day
On a Poet's lips I slept
Once did She hold the gorgeous East in fee
One more Unfortunate .
O never say that I was false of heart
One word is too often profaned .
On Linden, when the sun was low.
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
O say what is that thing call'd Light
O snatch'd away in beauty's bloom
O talk not to me of a name great in story
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd.
Over the mountains
O waly waly up the bank
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being .
O World ! O Life! O Time.
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Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Proud Maisie is in the wood.
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair .
Rarely, rarely, comest thou
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day.
Shall I, wasting in despair
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view.
She walks in beauty, like the night