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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
O, 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 I 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
Piping down the valleys wild
Proud Maisie is in the wood
Remember us poor Mayers all.
See the Kitten on the wall.
Seven daughter had Lord Archibalds
Shepherds all, and maidens fair
Sir John got him an ambling nag.
Some will talk of bold Robin Hood
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
The boy stood on the burning deck .
The cock is crowing
The crafty Nix, more false than fair.
The fox and the cat, as they travell’d one day
The gorse is yellow on the heath
The greenhouse is my summer seat
The hollow winds begin to blow .
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor.
The mountain and the squirrel
The noon was shady, and soft airs
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded
The post-boy drove with fierce career
The stately homes of England.
The stream was as smooth as glass, we said, ' Arise and let's
The summer and autumn had been so wet
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing
The Wildgrave winds his bugle horn
There came a ghost to Margaret's door.
There came a man, making his hasty moan
There was a jovial beggar
There was a little boy and a little girl
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
There was three kings into the East.
There were three jovial Welshmen
There's that old hag Moll Brown, look, see, just past
They glide upon their endless way
They grew in beauty side by side
Three fishers went sailing away to the west
Three times, all in the dead of night
Thou that hast a daughter .
Tiger, tiger, burning bright.
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall.
To sea ! to sea ! the calm is o'er
Toll for the brave
Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said
'Twas in the prime of summer time
'Twas on a lofty vase's side.
Under the green hedges after the snow.
Under the greenwood tree.
Underneath an old oak tree
Up the airy mountain
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away
Up! up! ye dames, ye lasses gay
Upon a time a neighing steed
When Arthur first in cotirt began
When as King Henry ruled this land
When I remember'd again .
When I was still a boy and mother's pride
When icicles hang by the wall.
When shall we three meet again
When the British warrior queen.
Whither, 'midst falling dew
Who is yonder poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes.
Will you hear a Spanish lady
With farmer Allan at the farm abode
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush
Ye mariners of England
Year after year unto her feet
'You are old, Father William,' the young man cried
You beauteous ladies great and small
You spotted snakes with double tongue
Young Henry was as brave a youth.
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he, laughing, said to me,
• Pipe a song about a lamb,'
So I piped with merry cheer; * Piper, pipe that song again,
So I piped, he wept to hear.
• Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe,
Sing thy songs of happy cheer.'
So I sang the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
' Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.'
So he vanish'd from my sight ;
And I pluck'd a hollow reed,