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The bell strikes one; we take no note of time
The bonnie, bonnie bairn, sits pokin' in the ase
The breeze blew fair, the waving sea .
The chestnuts shine through the cloven rind
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The day is done, and the darkness
The feast is o'er! Now brimming wine
The groves were God's first temples
The melancholy days are come
The night wind with a desolate moan swept by
Then out spake brave Horatius
The old man sat by the chimney side
The pathway of the sinking moon
The poet dreamt of Heaven
The ports of death are sin; of life good deeds
There all the happy souls that ever were .
There are gains for all our losses
There are in this rude stunning tide
There breathes no being but has some pretence
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
There is in life no blessing like affection .
There, through the long, long summer hours
There's a little low hut by the river side
There was a feast that night
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
The shadows lay along Broadway
The soul, secure in her existence, smiles .
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
The time for toil has passed, and night has come
The trumpet's voice hath roused the land
The violet loves a sunny bank
The warm sun is failing
The world, dear John, as the old folks told us
They grew in beauty side by side
This ancient silver bowl of mine
'Tis not for man to trifle ; life is brief .
'Tis summer eve, when heaven's ethereal bow .
'Tis well to woo, 'tis well to wed ...
Thou hast been where the rocks of coral grow
Three pairs of dimpled arms, as white as snow
To be, or not to be, that is the question

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To bear, to nurse, to rear .
To give a cup of water : yet its draught
True happiness had no localities
'Twas a summery day in the last of May
'Twas in the summer time so sweet
'Twas a sunny day, and the morning psalm .
Two hundred years! -- two hundred years
Two hands upon the breast

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Walk with the Beautiful and with the Grand
We do not make our thoughts; they grow in us
We live in deeds, not years
We love the well-beloved place
We met 't was in a crowd
We watched her breathing through the night
We were crowded in the cabin
What would I have you do? I'll tell you, kinsman
When a deed is done for Freedom
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When chill November's surly blast
When God at first made man .
When I am old -- and 0 how soon
When Life his lusty course began
When my last sunset is under a cloud .
When the radiant morn of creation broke
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
Why do I weep? to leave the vine
Without haste! without rest.
Wouldst thou live long? The only means are these .

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Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun
You are old, Father William, the young man cried
You must wake and call me early
Young bride - a wreath for thee
You see the slender spire that peers
Youth that pursuest with such eager pace

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