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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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AAh Ben

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CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains

Ah Ben
Ah Chloris ! that I now could sit
Ah ! County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah, my dear angry Lord
A ho! A ho !
Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair
A little saint best fits a little shrine
All ye woods, and trees, and bowers
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers
As I in hoary winter's night
As it fell upon a day
Ask me no more where Jove bestows.
Ask not the cause why sullen Spring .
A slumber did my spirit seal
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shaft did I behold
As virtuous men pass mildly away
Away, delights, go seek some other dwelling
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon
A weary lot is thine, fair maid .

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Before my face the picture hangs
Behold her single in the field
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea .
Bid me to live, and I will live
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear
Bright be the place of thy soul

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Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren.
Cease your music, gentle swains
Charm me asleep, and melt me so
Come away, come away, death,
Come hither, shepherd swain
Come live with me and be my love
Come my Celia, let us prove
Come sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Come worthy Greek, Ulysses, come .
Condemned to hope's delusive mine.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together

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Dark, deep, and cold the current flows
Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Drop, drop, slow tears

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Fair daffodils, we weep to see
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
First shall the heavens want starry light
Forget not yet the tried intent

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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may
Glide, gentle streams, and bear.
God Lyæus, ever young
God prosper, speed, and save
Go, lovely rose
Good morrow to the day so fair
Go to the once loved bowers

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Happy the man whose wish and care
Happy those early days, when I
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark how the birds do sing
Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come

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