Lady Alice was sitting in her bower window.
Laid in my quiet bed in study as I were
Little Ellie sits alone
Little white Lily
Lord Thomas he was a bold forester
Mary-Ann was alone with her baby in arms .
My banks they are furnished with bees
My heart leaps up when I behold
Napoleon's banners at Boulogne .
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea .
Now ponder well, you parents dear.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger
Now the hungry lion roars .
Now, woman, why without your veil ?'
O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O listen, listen, ladies gay
O say what is that thing called Light
O sing unto my roundelay
O then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you
O where have ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O where have you been, my long, long, love .
0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray.
Oh, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer
Oh, to be in England .
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter
Old stories tell how Hercules.
On his morning rounds the master
On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh.
Once on a time a rustic dame
Once upon a midnight dreary, while pondered weak and
One day, it matters not to know
One morning (raw it was and wet)
Open the door, some pity to show
Our bugles sang truce, for the night cloud had lower'd .