- A book of Verses underneath the Bough
- Above yon sombre swell of land
- Absence, hear thou my protestation
- Absent from thee, I languish still
- A child ‘s a plaything for an hour
- Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint
- Adieu, farewell earth’s bliss!
- Ae fond kiss, and then we sever
- A! Fredome is a noble thing!
- A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
- Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit
- Ah, how sweet it is to love!
- Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair
- Ah, what avails the sceptred race!
- Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon
- A late lark twitters from the quiet skies
- Alexis, here she stay’d; among these pines
- Allas! my worthi maister honorable
- All are not taken; there are left behind
- All holy influences dwell within
- All in the April morning
- All is best, though we oft doubt
- All my past life is mine no more
- All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
- All ‘s over, then: does truth sound bitter
- All the flowers of the spring
- All the words that I utter
- All thoughts, all passions, all delights
- All under the leaves and the leaves of life
- Amarantha sweet and fair
- An ancient chestnut’s blossoms threw
- And, like a dying lady lean and pale
- And wilt thou leave me thus!
- Angel spirits of sleep
- Angel, king of streaming morn
- A plenteous place is Ireland for hospitable cheer
- April, April
- A rose, as fair as ever saw the North
- Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
- As doctors give physic by way of prevention
- As I in hoary winter’s night
- As it fell upon a day
- As I was walking all alane
- Ask me no more where Jove bestows
- Ask me why I send you here
- Ask not the cause why sullen Spring
- A slumber did my spirit seal
- As one that for a weary space has lain
- A star is gone! a star is gone!
- A sunny shaft did I behold
- A sweet disorder in the dress
- As those we love decay, we die in part
- As we rush, as we rush in the Train
- As ye came from the holy land
- At her fair hands how have I grace entreated
- A thousand martyrs I have made
- At the last, tenderly
- At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
- Awake, Æolian lyre, awake
- Away! away!
- Away, delights! go seek some other dwelling
- Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon
- A weary lot is thine, fair maid
- Bacchus must now his power resign
- Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep!
- Bards of Passion and of Mirth
- Beating Heart! we come again
- Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come
- Beauty and the life
- Beauty clear and fair
- Beauty sat bathing by a spring
- Behold her, single in the field
- Being your slave, what should I do but tend
- Be it right or wrong, these men among
- Best and brightest, come away!
- Bid me to live, and I will live
- Blessèd Damozel lean’d out
- Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav’ns joy
- Blow, blow, thou winter wind
- Blown in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon
- Boat is chafing at our long delay
- Bonnie Kilmeny gaed up the glen
- Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you
- Breathes there the man with soul so dead
- Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art
- Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
- Busy, curious, thirsty fly!
- By feathers green, across Casbeen
- Bytuene Mershe ant Averil
- Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren
- Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre
- Calm on the bosom of thy God
- Came, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet
- Ca’ the yowes to the knowes
- Ca’ the yowes to the knowes
- Charm me asleep, and melt me so
- Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry
- Chloe ‘s a Nymph in flowery groves
- Chough and crow to roost are gone
- Christmas knows a merry, merry place
- Clerk saunders and may Margaret
- Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee
- Come away, come away, death
- Come, dear children, let us away
- Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height
- Come into the garden, Maud
- Come, let us now resolve at last
- Come little babe, come silly soul
- Come live with me and be my Love
- Come not in terrors clad, to claim
- Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
- Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace
- Come, spur away
- Come then, as ever, like the wind at morning!
- Come thou, who are the wine and wit
- Come unto these yellow sands
- Come, worthy Greek! Ulysses, come
- Condemn’d to Hope’s delusive mine
- Corydon, arise, my Corydon!
- Count each affliction, whether light or grave
- Crabbèd Age and Youth
- Cupid and my Campaspe play’d
- Curfew tolls the knell of parting day
- Cynthia, to thy power and thee
- Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench
- Dark, deep, and cold the current flows
- Dark to me is the earth. Dark to me are the heavens
- Day begins to droop
- Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark
- Days are sad, it is the Holy tide
- Dear Lord, receive my son, whose winning love
- Dear love, for nothing less than thee
- Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
- Deep on the convent-roof the snows
- Does the road wind uphill all the way?
- Do you remember me? or are you proud?
- Drink to me only with thine eyes
- Drop, drop, slow tears
- Earth has not anything to show more fair
- E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks
- Enough; and leave the rest to Fame!
- Even such is Time, that takes in trust
- Ever let the Fancy roam
- Expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
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