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CCURST be love, and they that trust his trains

Ah Chloris! that I now could sit

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
Ah, my dear angry Lord

A ho! A ho!

Ah! were she pitiful as she is fair

A little saint best fits a little shrine

All ye woods, and trees, and bowers

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers

As I in hoary winter's night

As it fell upon a day

Ask me no more where Jove bestows

Ask not the cause why sullen Spring.

A slumber did my spirit seal

A sunny shaft did I behold

As virtuous men pass mildly away

Away, delights, go seek some other dwelling
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon
A weary lot is thine, fair maid

Before my face the picture hangs

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Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren.

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Cease your music, gentle swains

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Charm me asleep, and melt me so

Come away, come away, death
Come hither, shepherd swain
Come live with me and be my

Come my Celia, let us prove

love

Come sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Come worthy Greek, Ulysses, come .
Condemned to hope's delusive mine
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together

Dark, deep, and cold the current flows
Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Drop, drop, slow tears

Fair daffodils, we weep to see

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

First shall the heavens want starry light
Forget not yet the tried intent

Happy those early days, when I
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark how the birds do sing

Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come

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Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee

Honest lover whosoever

How delicious is the winning

How happy is he born and taught

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
How sweet I roamed from field to field

If I freely can discover

If I had thought thou could'st have died
If love be life, I long to die

If Love his arrows shoot so fast.

If thou wilt ease thine heart

If to be absent were to be.

I got me flowers to strew thy way

I have had playmates, I have had companions

I love, and he loves me again

In a drear-nighted December

In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept

In the days of old

In time of yore when shepherds dwelt

I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Lay a garland on my hearse

Life! I know not what thou art.

Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band

Like to Diana in her summer weed

Like to the falling of a star

Look not thou on beauty's charming

Lord, thou hast given me a cell.

Love in fantastic triumph sat

Love in my bosom, like a bee

Love is a sickness full of woes

Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion

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