Only happiness a brave man ever troubled himself about, The

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Only things in which we can be said, The....

On the green banks of Shannon..

Orpheus with his lute made trees....

O thou young man, the air of heaven is soft..

Our band is few but true and tried...

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.

Our revels now are ended..

Over in the meadow....

Over the mountains..

Over the river and through the woods..

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being..
Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea, The.
O yet we trust that somehow, good....

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers..
Poetry of earth is never dead, The ...
Preparations of a snowstorm are, The.
President Lincoln was walking with a friend.
Purest treasure mortal times afford, The..
Pure, the bright, the beautiful, The..

Quality of mercy is not strained, The.............

Rain is raining all around, The.....
Remember us poor mayers all!.

Rest is not quitting the busy career..
Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose.
Robin and the red-breast, The...

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Robins in the tree top....

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Snow had begun in the gloarning.

So here hath been dawning.

Soldier rest! thy warfare o'er..

So that soldierly legend is still on its journey.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Spacious firmament on high, The

Speak gently to the herring and kindly to the calf..
Splendor falls on castle walls, The....
Spring is coming, spring is coming..

Stand by the flag! Its stars like meteors gleaming.

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Sweet and low, sweet and low...

Sweet are the uses of adversity.

Sweet bird that sing'st away the early hours..

Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright...

Swiftly, swiftly, o'er the western wave...

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There are three green eggs in a small brown pocket..
Therefore doth heaven divide......

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This I beheld or dreamed it in a dream..
This is the forest primeval.

This is the house that Jack built..

This is the ship of pearl which poets feign.
This is the song the brown thrush flings.
This little pig went to market.......
This man whose homely face you look upon.
This was the noblest Roman of them all..
Thou art, O God! the life and light.......
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew.

Thou know'st me, Peran-Wisa! it is I..
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State..

Thoughtful mind when it sees a nation's flag, A..
Three little bugs in a basket.....

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Three years she grew in sun and shade.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright....

'Tis a dull sight to see the year dying.

'Tis the hour of fairy ban and spell..
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily..
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow.
To-whit, to-whit, to-whee!......

Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said..

True worth is in being, not seeming..

'Twas the night before Christmas..

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We can win no laurels in a war for independence..

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When banners are waving....

Whence came you, and whither are you bound?..

When children are playing alone..

When Earth's last picture is painted....

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When my eyes shall be turned to behold..
When the cats run home, and the light is come..
When the Norn-mother saw the whirlwind hour.
Where did you come from, baby dear?....
Where may the wearied eye repose?..

Where the bee sucks, there suck I...

Where the pools are bright and deep..
Whither away, Robin?....

Whither 'midst falling dew..
Who has seen the wind?.
Who would true valor see.

Why sitt'st thou by that ruined hall?.

Wind came up out of the sea, A.
Woman's cause is man's, The..

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Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true

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Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven..

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Yet one smile, more departing, distant sun!..

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You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes..
You know we French stormed Ratisbon...