life486Like to Diana in her summer weed114Like to the clear in highest sphere110Lily on liquid roses floating601Listen to me, as when ye heard our father663Lo, quhat it is to love52London, thou art of townes A per se22Long I follow’d happy guides678Long-expected one-and-twenty460Look not thou on beauty’s charming558Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band433Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back294Love guards the roses of thy lips109Love in fantastic triumph sate423Love in my bosom like a bee107Love is a sickness full of woes121Love is and was my Lord and King716Love is enough: though the World be a-waning807Love is the blossom where there blows241Love not me for comely grace80Love, thou art absolute, sole Lord347Love wing’d my Hopes and taught me how to fly71Lully, lulley; lully, lulley28Maidens, kilt your skirts and go867Marie Hamilton’s to the kirk gane385Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like785Martial, the things that do attain49Mary! I want a lyre with other strings484May! Be thou never graced with birds that sing253May! queen of blossoms595Me so oft my fancy drew246Men grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind664Merry Margaret38Methought I saw my late espousàd Saint330Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour538Mine be a cot beside the hill586More love or more disdain I crave416Mortality, behold and fear!242Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day94Most Holy Night, that still dost keep925Mother, I cannot mind my wheel577Mother of God! no lady thou883Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia!636Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold641Music, when soft voices die625Must I then see, alas! eternal night230My blood so red394My Damon was the first to wake494My days among the Dead are past569My dead love came to me and said897My dear and only Love, I pray343My delight and thy delight840My faint spirit was sitting in the light620My grief on the sea881My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains631My heart is high above, my body is full of bliss60My heart is like a singing bird790My heart leaps up when I behold546My lady walks her morning round698My little Son, who look’d from thoughtful eyes771My life closed twice before its close788My Love in her attire doth show her wit72My love is of a birth as rare366My love is strengthen’d, though more weak in seeming168My lute, awake! perform the last46My mother bore me in the southern wild501My noble, lovely, little Peggy437My Peggy is a young thing448My Phillis hath the morning sun108My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on285My soul, there is a country373My spotless love hovers with purest wings123 (II)My thoughts hold mortal strife238My true love hath my heart, and I have his98Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew585Near to the silver Trent128Never seek to tell thy love506Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore186New doth the sun appear239News from a foreign country came410Nightingales warbled without717No coward soul is mine747No more in any house can I be at peace957No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist635No, no, poor suff’ring Heart, no Change endeavour413No thyng is to man so dere11Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away740Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note610Not, Celia, that I juster am422Not unto us, O Lord889Now first, as I shut the door944Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white713Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly730Now the lusty spring is seen219Now the shiades o’ the elems da stratch muore an muore669Now winter nights enlarge184Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room547O Brignall banks are wild and fair557O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done752O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!117O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes796O, fast her amber blood doth flow648O for some honest lover’s ghost334O friend! I know not which way I must look537O goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung633O happy dames! that may embrace48O happy Tithon! if thou know’st thy hap228O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem160O I forbid you, maidens a’380O, I hae come from far away741O joy of creation816O let me be in loving nice884O lusty May, with Flora queen!59O many a day have I made good ale in the glen646O Mary, at thy window be507O Memory, thou fond deceiver482O mistress mine, where are you roaming?143O mortal folk, you may behold and see41O my Dark Rosaleen672O my deir hert, Young Jesus sweit33O my Luve’s like a red, red rose517O never say that I was false of heart171O paleys, whylom croune of houses alle14O saw ye bonnie Lesley514O saw ye not fair Ines?658O sing unto my roundelay493O soft embalmer of the still midnight!643O Sorrow!630O that ’twere possible719O the sad day!418O thou, by Nature taught469O thou that swing’st upon the waving hair356O thou undaunted daughter of desires!348O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down498O Time! who know’st a lenient hand to lay523O, to have a little house!950O, to be in
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