O turn away those cruel eyes406
O waly, waly, up the bank398
O were my Love yon lilac fair516
O what a plague is love!402
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms640
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being617
O world, be nobler, for her sake!916
O world invisible, we view thee873
O would I were where I would be!403
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she15
Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw508
Of all the flowers rising now766
Of all the girls that are so smart455
Of all the torments, all the cares440
Of Nelson and the North591
Of Neptune’s empire let us sing183
Of on that is so fayr and bright9
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door697
Oft, in the stilly night593
Often I think of the beautiful town694
Often rebuked, yet always back returning744
Oh how comely it is and how reviving332
Oh some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white939
On a day—alack the day!134
On a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose786
On a time the amorous Silvy81
On either side the river lie708
On parent knees, a naked new-born child492
On the deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat I sat in woful plight743
On the wide level of a mountain’s head566
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble878
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee536
One more Unfortunate662
One word is too often profaned622
Only a man harrowing clods822
O’re the smooth enameld green320
Orpheus with his lute made trees153
Others abide our question. Thou art free762
Out of the earth to rest or range940
Out of the night that covers me853
Out upon it, I have loved335
Over hill, over dale137
Over the mountains401
Over the sea our galleys went726
Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!214
Passions are liken’d best to floods and streams84
Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives575
Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?865
Perhaps, long hence, when I have pass’d away819
Phœbus, arise!232
Piping down the valleys wild500
Poet, let passion sleep946(ii)
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth174
Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds311
Pray but one prayer for me’ twixt thy closed lips806
Proud Maisie is in the wood556
Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak576
Pure stream, in whose transparent wave478
Put out to sea, if wine thou wouldest make923
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair194
Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose457
Quhen Flora had o’erfret the firth58
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir938
Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife665
Red o’er the forest peers the setting sun626
Released from the noise of the Butcher and Baker438
Remember me when I am gone away794
Rest! This little Fountain runs604
Riches I hold in light esteem746
Robin sat on gude green hill20
Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river674
Rorate coeli desuper!23
Rose-cheek’d Laura, come179
Roses, their sharp spines being gone151
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea734
Royal Charlie’s now awa’463
Sabrina fair323
Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil187
Say not the struggle naught availeth750
Says Tweed to Till393
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown’d548
Seamen three! What men be ye?603
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!634
See how the flowers, as at parade365
See the Chariot at hand here of Love199
See what a mass of gems the city wears919
See where she sits upon the grassie greene89
See with what simplicity368
Sense with keenest edge unusàd844
Seven weeks of sea, and twice seven days of storm825
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?155
Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel814
Shall I thus eve-long, and be no whit the neare?62
Shall I, wasting in despair245
She beat the happy pavàment354
She comes not when Noon is on the roses906
She dwelt among the untrodden ways530
She fell away in her first ages spring93
She is not fair to outward view652
She pass’d away like morning dew653
She said, ‘They gave me of their best852
She stood breast-high amid the corn660
She walks in beauty, like the night607
She walks—the lady of my delight851
She was a phantom of delight543
She who to Heaven more heaven doth annex342
She’s somewhere in the sunlight strong908
Should auld acquaintance be forgot509
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night269
Since first I saw your face I resolved to honour and renown ye78
Since I noo mwore do zee your feëace668
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part127
Sing his praises that doth keep217
Sing lullaby, as women do55
Sister, awake! close not your eyes!76
Sleep, our lord, and for thy peace956
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright504
So shuts the marigold her leaves252
So, we’ll go no more a- roving606
Softly, O midnight Hours!742
Sombre and rich, the skies909
Some vex their souls with jealous pain429
Some years ago, ere time and taste670
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife476
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king176
Stand close around, ye Stygian set580
Stay, O sweet, and do not rise!205
Steer, hither steer your wingàd pines249
Stern Daughter of the voice of God!545
Still do the stars impart their light340
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear745
Still to be neat, still to be drest196
Strange fits of passion have I known529
Strew on her roses,

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