INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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Ah Chloris! that I now could sit

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah, my dear angry Lord

A ho! A ho!

CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains
Ah Ben.

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119

160

208

126

271

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

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87

94

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Ask not the cause why sullen Spring.

A slumber did my spirit seal

A sunny 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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201

213

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95

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206

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.

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Come worthy Greek, Ulysses, come .
Condemned to hope's delusive mine.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together

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64

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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107

96

253

134

114

268

175

151

62

125

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