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The topsails shiver in the wind

The sun went down in beauty, but the eyes

The sparkling liquor fills the glass

The star of love on evening's brow hath smiled
The sun and season in each thing

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The queen of night shone from her starred domain

The rich are poor, or vainly stored

The sea, the sea, is England's.

The ship is by the shore, my love

The scene was more beautiful far to my eye

The skies like a banner in sunset unrolled

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There are fools of pretension and fools of pretence

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There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell.

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There's nothing lost. The tiniest flower

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This cool and fragrant hour of prime

Things of high import sound I in thine ear

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This Indian weed now withered quite
This life is but a game of cards
This little spot is all our lot

This precious emblem well doth represent

Those eternal bowers

Thou art gane awa', thou art gane awa'
Thou art the Way, and he who sighs

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Thou coloured winglet, floating in the ray
Thou desolate and dying year

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Thou full-blown comely creature
Thou hidden love of God

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Thou who scornest truth divine
Thoughts flit and flutter through the wind
Through the rugged march of time
Thursday in the morn, the Ides of May.
Thy hesitating tongue and doubtful face
Thy neighbour? It is he whom thou
Till death I Sylvia must adore
Time is the changeful shore of life
'Tis a fitting time for Hope to die

'Tis a pleasant sight on a vernal day

'Tis a time of pride when the bark is prancing

'Tis said in a bower by fairy hands wrought

"Tis sweet to see the opening rose

To Him that loved the souls of men

'Tis summer, 'tis summer, the wild birds are singing

To flourish in my favourite bower'.

To make your candles last for aye.
To see a lady of such grace

To your homes," said the leader of Israel's host
To-day man lives in pleasure, wealth, and pride
Tom Trout, by native industry, was taught
True wit is like the brilliant stone.

'Twas eve, the lengthening shadows of the oak
'Twas on a Monday morning

'Twas the Pentecost time of tournament
'Twas within a mile o' Edinburgh town.

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Two children stood at their father's gate

Two lawyers when a knotty case was o'er

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What is genius? 'Tis a flame

What is a schoolmaster? why, can't

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We watch the summer leaves and flowers decay

Weep not over poet's wrong

Welcome on shore again

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What is man's history? Born, living, dying
What is the body? fragile, frail

What knight of them all upon Palestine's plain
What others singly wish, age, wisdom, wealth
What pleasures have great princes

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What strange enchantment meets my view

What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe

What though not thine the rose's brilliant glow

What's a' the steer, kimmer?

When dire disease obstructs the labouring breath

When Egypt's host God's chosen tribe pursued
When Abercromby, gallant Scot

When I was bound apprentice

When I was a schoolboy, aged ten.

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When is the time for prayer

When love and friendship both were young

When man and wife

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When the tendrils of love once strike root in the heart

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Who killed Kildare? Who dared Kildare to kill?

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With the deeds of noble Englishmen

Women are best when they're at rest

Would you choose a wife for a happy life

Wouldst thou be there to meet those long-lost faces
Wouldst wed for gold? seek yonder palace gate

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Yes, farewell, farewell for ever

You cannot pay with money.

WE who the name of Jesus bear.

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You took me, Henry, when a girl, unto your home and heart
Your wife is beautiful and young

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