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A blackening train Of clamorous rooks
Abra was ready ere I called her name
Adieu, goodman drivel
A fool at forty is a fool indeed
Again deceives him, and again
A genius for all stations fit.
A glorious city in the sea
A God all mercy is a God unjust
A golden chain let down from heaven .
A good man was ther of religioun
A guid New Year I wish thee, Maggie !
A health to the Nut-brown Lasse
Ah, Dorcas, Dorcas ! now adieu !
Ah me! the blooming pride of May
Ah, my deare God! though I am clean forgot
Ah, poore Love, whi dost th ive
Ah, yet, ere I descend to th' grave
A kind of knack at rhyme .
A knuckle of veal—You may buy it, or steal
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
All are but parts of one stupendous whole
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.
All love, all liking, all delight
All men think all men mortal but themselves
All one desert, desolate and grey
All that sweetness, all that youth
All worldly joyes go lesse
Along the brooks the crimson-spotted fry
Along the milky way by many a star .
A man he was to all the country dear .
A manly man, to been an abbot able
A man severe he was, and stern to view
A mead a wanton river dresses.
A mere mechanic art
A mind so pure, so perfect fine
A mistress moderately fair
Amoret, as sweet and good
A name Which bids defiance to all sense of shame.
And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove
And ever as they mount, like larks they sing
And glittering temples of the hostile gods
And scatters day
And what Timotheus was is Dryden now
And yet—as if some deep hate and dissent .
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
An ecstasy. too big to be suppressed
Another Savage to be starved in me
An undevout astronomer is mad
A pleasing land of drowsy head it was
A prison with a milder name
A pure seed-pearl of infant dew .
A ringlet of her hair
A rosebud born in snow
Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine
Around the walls are heroes, lovers, kings
A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate
A silver stream shall roll his waters near
Ask with painful shyness, and refused .
A skylark wounded on the wing .
A star that thro' the firmament .
A stoic of the woods—a man without a tear
A summer's day
A sweet disorder in the dress
As with soft accents round her neck he clings
A tender shepherdess, whose hair
At every turn she made a little stand .
At heart's desire
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
Beauty clear and fair
Before that sinne turn'd flesh to stone
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law
Beneath an ancient bridge, the straiten’d flood
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy gaol
Bid me to live, and I will live
Bind the sea to slumber stilly
Bless'd be the great! for those they take away
Blest place of my nativity .
Blubb’ring her sable tears lets fall
Brave Hector went to see .
Bright Scolopendraes arm’d with silver scales
But all our praises why should lords engross ?
But oh! what storm was in that mind! what strife
But who the melodies of morn can tell ?
By cutting off all kisses
By night an atheist half believes a God
By the full Kingdom of that final kiss
Call, and I'll come; say Thou the when and where
Can a woman's tender care
Can draw you to her with a single hair
Can I see another's woe
Careless and unthoughtful, lying
Cast the feather'd hook
Catching the sense at two removes
Caught and caged, and starved to death
Cease, eager Muse; peace, pen; for my sake stay
Chaste as th' air whither she 's fled
Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry
Christ's gallant humbleness
Clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawling.
Come thou, who art the wine and wit
Come unto these yellow sands
Comming to kisse her lyps-such grace I found
Dare The toilette's sacred mysteries declare.
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Dear Night! this world's defeat
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Delightful Wyoming ! beneath thy skies
Denied the charity of dust, to spread .
Difficult is the penance, yet I'll strive.
Divinest Spenser, heav'n-bred, happy Muse !
Doth by Huntingdon and Cambridge flit
Doth she chide thee? 'Tis to shew it.
Doubt wisely ; in strange way
Down on the deck he laid himself, and died.
Drink on't even till we weep
Drink to me, only with thine eyes
Each seem'd to act that part he came to see
Earth-born, bloodless, undecaying
E’en in the spring and playtime of the year
Emelye, that fairer was to sene
Endless pillows rose to prop the head .
Entertains a lovely guest .
Eurus waves his murky wings
Even undemanded by a sign or sound
Every truant knew
Extremes beyond extremity
Facit indignatio versus
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
Fairest, when I am gone, as now the glass
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
Fair sweet goddess, queen of loves