Title | Poet | Year Written | Collection | Body |
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“Welcome, welcome, do I sing” | William Browne | 1611 | English |
Welcome, welcome, do I sing, Love, that to the voice is near, |
“We parted in silence” | Louisa Macartney Crawford | English |
We parted in silence, we parted by night, |
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“We have been friends together” | Caroline Elizabeth Sarah | English |
We have been friends together |
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“We are seven” | William Wordsworth | 1790 | English |
A Simple child, I met a little cottage girl: |
“We are brethren a’” | Robert Nicoll | English |
A Happy bit hame this auld world would be I ken na why ane wi’ anither should fight, |
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“Waly, waly” | Anonymous | English |
O Waly, waly, up the bank, |
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“Under the shade of the trees” | Margaret Junkin Preston | English |
[The last words of Stonewall Jackson 1 were: “Let us cross the river and rest under the shade of the trees.”] WHAT are the thoughts that are stirring his breast? |
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“Too late I stayed” | William Robert Spencer | English |
Too late I stayed,—forgive the crime! And who, with clear account, remarks |
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“To heaven approached a Sufi Saint” | Jalal ad-Din Rumi | 1227 | English |
From the Persian by William R. Alger TO heaven approached a Sufi Saint, Said God, “Who seeks to enter here?” |
“Times go by turns” | Robert Southwell | 1581 | English |
The Lopped tree in time may grow again; |
“Till death us part” | Arthur Penrhyn Stanley | English |
“TILL death us part,” Life with its... |
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“Thy braes were bonny” | John Logan | 1768 | English |
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! Forever now, O Yarrow stream! |
“Three years she grew” | William Wordsworth | 1790 | English |
Three years she grew in sun and shower; “Myself will to my darling be |
“Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie” | Allan Cunningham | 1804 | English |
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, |
“Thou art gone to the grave” | Reginald Heber | English |
Thou art gone to the grave—but we will not deplore thee, Thou art gone to the grave—we no longer... |
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“Those evening bells” | Thomas Moore | 1799 | English |
Those evening bells! those evening bells! Those joyous hours are passed away; |
“They come! the merry summer months” | William Motherwell | English |
They come! the merry summer months of beauty, song, and flowers; |
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“They are dear fish to me” | Anonymous | English |
The Farmer’s wife sat at the door, When, bending ’neath her heavy creel, |
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“They are all gone” | Henry Vaughan | 1641 | English |
They are all gone into the world of light, It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, |
“There’s nae luck about the house” | Jean Adam | English |
And are ye sure the news is true? |