To One in Paradise
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
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Eulalie
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan
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The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
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Gone
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town,
Far off
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To the Virgins, Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
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A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
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Annie Laurie
Maxwelton's hills are bonnie
Where early falls the dew
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Come Slowly
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
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She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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It's Such a Little Thing
It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
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