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Nay but you, who do not love her to Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Index of First Lines
Nay but you, who do not love her to Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
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- Nay but you, who do not love her
- Near to the silver Trent
- Never seek to tell thy love
- Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore
- New doth the sun appear
- News from a foreign country came
- Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
- Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away
- No coward soul is mine
- No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
- Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
- Not, Celia, that I juster am
- Nothyng ys to man so dere
- Not ours, say some, the thought of death to dread
- Not unto us, O Lord
- Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white
- Now the lusty spring is seen
- Now the North wind ceases
- Now winter nights enlarge
- Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room
- O brignall banks are wild and fair
- O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
- O Christ of God! whose life and death
- O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
- O earth, lie heavily upon her eyes
- Of all the flowers rising now
- Of all the girls that are so smart
- Of all the torments, all the cares
- Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw
- O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon
- O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure
- Of Nelson and the North
- Of Neptune’s empire let us sing
- Of on that is so fayr and bright
- O for some honest lover’s ghost
- O for the mighty wakening that aroused
- O friend! I know not which way I must look
- Often I think of the beautiful town
- Oft, in the stilly night
- O goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
- O happy dames! that may embrace
- O happy Tithon! if thou know’st thy hap
- Oh how comely it is and how reviving
- O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
- O I hae come from far away
- O joy of creation
- O lusty May, with Flora queen!
- O many a day have I made good ale in the glen
- O Mary, at thy window be
- O Mary, go and call the cattle home
- O memory, thou fond deceiver
- O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
- O mortal folk, you may behold and see
- O my Dark Rosaleen
- O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit
- O my Luve ‘s like a red, red rose
- On a day—alack the day!
- On a starr’d night Prince Lucifer uprose
- On a time the amorous Silvy
- Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee
- On either side the river lie
- One more Unfortunate
- O never say that I was false of heart
- One word is too often profaned
- Only tell her that I love
- On parent knees, a naked new-born child
- On the deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat I sat in woful plight
- On the Sabbath-day
- On the wide level of a mountain’s head
- O perfect Light, which shaid away
- O’re the smooth enameld green
- Orpheus with his lute made trees
- O ruddier than the cherry!
- O saw ye bonnie Lesley
- O saw ye not fair Ines?
- O sing unto my roundelay
- O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave
- O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
- O sorrow!
- O that ’twere possible
- O the sad day!
- Others abide our question. Thou art free
- O thou, by Nature taught
- O thou that swing’st upon the waving hair
- O thou undaunted daughter of desires!
- O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
- O time! who know’st a lenient hand to lay
- O to be in England
- O turn away those cruel eyes
- Out of the night that covers me
- Out upon it, I have loved
- Over hill, over dale
- Over the mountains
- Over the sea our galleys went
- O waly, waly, up the bank
- O were my Love yon lilac fair
- O western wind, when wilt thou blow
- O what a plague is love!
- O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
- O wha will shoe my bonny foot?
- O which is the last rose?
- O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being
- O world, be nobler, for her sake!
- O world, in very truth thou art too young
- O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she
- O you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyes
- Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day!
- Passing away, saith the World, passing away
- Passions are liken’d best to floods and streams
- Past ruin’d Ilion Helen lives
- Peace, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?
- Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee
- Phoebus, arise!
- Piping down the valleys wild
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
- Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds
- Pray but one prayer for me ‘twixt thy closed lips
- Proud Maisie is in the wood
- Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
- Pure stream, in whose transparent wave
- Put your head, darling, darling, darling
- Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
- Queen of fragrance, lovely Rose
- Quhen Flora had o’erfret the firth
- Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife
- Rain set early in to-night
- Red rose whispers of passion
- Reivers they stole Fair Annie
- Remain, ah not in youth alone!
- Remember me when I am gone away
- Return, return! all night my lamp is burning
- Ring, so worn as you behold
- Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast
- Robin sat on gude green hill
- Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river
- Rorate coeli desuper!
- Rose-cheek’d Laura, come
- Roses, their sharp spines being gone
- Rose was sick and smiling died
- Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
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