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| Day is departed, and round from the cloud, The (fl) |
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| Tho' oft we meet severe distress (fl) |
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| Stay, sweet enchanter of the grove (fl) |
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| Broom bloom'd so fresh and so fair, The (fl) |
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| With ceaseless care we court our charms (fl) |
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| Alone on the bank of the dark-rolling Danube (fl) |
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| Tho' far beyond the mountains that look so distant here (fl) |
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| Return enraptur'd hours (fl) |
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| Sea was calm the sky serene, The (fl) |
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| Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town (fl) |
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| Why maid in ev'ry feature (fl) |
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| Ah! where can fly my soul's true love (fl) |
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| Friendship to every willing mind (fl) |
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| Blithe Sandy is a bonny boy (fl) |
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| How imperfect is expression (fl) |
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| Stay, lady---stay for mercy's sake (fl) |
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| Oh! think on my fate, once I freedom enjoy'd (fl) |
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| On Richmond hill there lives a lass (fl) |
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| Say have you seen my Arrabel (fl) |
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| Gentle maid of whom I sing, The (fl) |
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| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
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| Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller (fl) |
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| Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing (fl) |
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| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The (fl) |
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| Lowland lads think they are fine, The (fl) |
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| Friendship, thou charmer of the mind (fl) |
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| Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow (fl) |
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| Muses ne'er smile by the light of the sun, The (fl) |
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| Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise (fl) |
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| By moonlight on the green (fl) |
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| Oh! see that form that faintly gleams (fl) |
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| Oh! and where, and oh! where, is your Highland laddie gone (fl) |
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| Come buy of poor Mary, primroses I sell (fl) |
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| How sweet in the woodlands (fl) |
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| Sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day, The (fl) |
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| Bright Phoebus has mounted his chariot of day (fl) |
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| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd (fl) |
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| See down Eliza's blushing cheek (fl) |
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| Twas near a thicket's calm retreat (fl) |
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| O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales (fl) |
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| Ah! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my Pastora (fl) |
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| What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove (fl) |
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| Night o'er the world he curtain hung (fl) |
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| Trees seem to fade as yon dear spot I'm viewing, The (fl) |
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| Streamlet that flow'd round her cot, The (fl) |
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| I that once was a ploughman, a sailor am now (fl) |
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| Adieu, a heart, warm, fond adieu (fl) |
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| What beauties does Flora disclose (fl) |
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| Glist'ning tear that virtue shed, The (fl) |
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| Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I parted (fl) |
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| Twas in the ev'ning of a wintry day (fl) |
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| O listen, listen to the voice of love (fl) |
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| In April, when primroses paint the plain (fl) |
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| I have silent sorrow here (fl) |
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| In my pleasant native plains (fl) |
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| Were I oblig'd to beg my bread (fl) |
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| Rebecca was the fairest maid (fl) |
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| Dear is my little native vale (fl) |
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| Tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, The (fl) |
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| Twins of Latona so kind to my boon, The (fl) |
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| At the close of the day, when the Hamlet is still (fl) |
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| Heavy hours are almost past, The (fl) |
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| Hence, far from me ye senseless toys (fl) |
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| When first this humble roof I knew (fl) |
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| Prey to tender anguish, A (fl) |
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| Rose tree in full bearing, A (fl) |
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| For me my fair a wreath has wove (fl) |
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| O Logie of Buchan, O Logie the Laird (fl) |
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| As I stray'd o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
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| O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nellie to mourn (fl) |
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| Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove (fl) |
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| Ere around the huge oak tree that o'ershadows the mill (fl) |
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| On the green sedgy banks of the sweet winding Tay (fl) |
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| Ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The (fl) |
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| Tell me, Charlotte, what is love (fl) |
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| Conflict's o'er, my love adieu, The (fl) |
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| When Werter fair Charlotte beheld (fl) |
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| Body may in simple way, A (fl) |
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| Goldfinch swells his little throat, The (fl) |
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| Ye tuneful linnets, bless my care (fl) |
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| Sweet Nightingale, no more complain (fl) |
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| Oh! had it been my happy lot (fl) |
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| In the dead of the night, when with labor oppress'd (fl) |
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| O gentle be thy slumbers (fl) |
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| Why, O why, almighty passion (fl) |
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| Whene'er a comely lass I spy (fl) |
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| Where new mown hay on winding Tay (fl) |
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| From thee, Eliza, I must go (fl) |
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| Come, Poet, come thy song rehearse (fl) |
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