Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

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33404	A Woman said I?
33404	Art thou some Run- away; And hast no abiding?
33404	But e''er three Months they had marry''d been, A Thumping Boy popp''d out; Ads---- says he you confounded Queen, Why what have you been about?
33404	Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure, Love how soon, how soon, How soon thy Joys, are past?
33404	Haud nego, Procul abest in itinere: Nàm es ignara reditûs?
33404	How long shall I sue in vain?
33404	How long, how long like the Turtle Dove, Must I heavily thus complain?
33404	If then Honour be in''t, Why a Pox should be stint, Our selves of the fulness it bears?
33404	Little Boy tell me why Thou art here diving?
33404	O_ Lewis_ perplex''d, What General''s next?
33404	Poor_ Dido_ wept, but what of that?
33404	Say cruel_ Amoret_, how long, how long, In Billet- doux, and humble Song; Shall poor_ Alexis_, shall poor_ Alexis_, poor_ Alexis_ wooe?
33404	Shall the Sails of my Love stand still, Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground?
33404	Since I drink it with Pleasure, why should I complain?
33404	Sis salvus, Domine: Ubinam Vir est?
33404	Some say another thing beside, If true?
33404	The King for Soldiers must not lack,_ If I miss the Man, I''ll take the Wife._ Shew me by what Authority You do it?
33404	Welcome, Sir; Where is your Husband?
33404	What fond Nymph can e''er be kind, To a Swain, but rich in Mind, If as well she does not find Gold within his Coffers?
33404	What sayest thou, If one shou''d Plough?
33404	Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I''m Glad?
33404	Why truly He''s gone abroad, a Journey far: Do you not know when he comes back?
33404	Words whose Hoops have now injoyned, Him to let_ Dulcina_ sleep; Could a Man''s Love be confined, Or a Maid her promise keep?
33404	[ Music] How long, how long shall I pine for Love?
33404	[ Music] If Wine be a Cordial why does it Torment?
33404	[ Music] What, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair?
33404	[ Music] Why alas do you now leave me, You who vow''d a Love so true; Can you hope whilst you deceive me, Others will be just to you?
33404	_ A_ SONG,_ Tune of Chickens and Sparrow- grass._ What sayest thou, If one should thrust thee thro''?
33404	_ Ah, ah, quid dixi Fæmella?
33404	_ Hæc quo Guaranto factitas, Ambò dicas, Domine?
33404	_ The Woman''s Complaint to her Neighbour._[ Music] Good morrow Gossip_ Joan_, Where have you been a Walking?
33404	my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad?
33404	she cry''d, why must Maids be so formal and Coy, To deny what they think is their only true Joy?
33404	tell me whence comes my Content?
33404	what mun I do?
33404	what mun I do?")
21723	Careful? 21723 Have you got any speakin''why the sentence ai n''t proper?
21723	His name?
21723	How do you think you feel?
21723	How long''s the round- up goin''to run? 21723 What''s that?
21723	_ A NEVADA COWPUNCHER TO HIS BELOVED LONESOME? 21723 ''Twas the wind a- sighing in the prairie grass, Who''s that a- calling? 21723 ( Do n''t he beat the devil''s wife for jiggin''in his boots?) 21723 And shall he ever thus sleep on-- Interred his valiant deeds? 21723 Another week, or maybe three? 21723 Ar''not dry? 21723 As we leaned across the bar- rail--How''s things up your way?"
21723	Bronc, mam?
21723	But as, with a squeak and flourish, The fiddles closed their tune"You''ll hold him as if he were made of glass?"
21723	Did I give him the hoss?
21723	Did she run''cause she''s only afraid?
21723	Did she run?
21723	Did the Greaser escape?
21723	Do n''t tell me of yer Romans, or yer bridge bein''held by three; True manhood''s the same in Texas as it was in Rome, d''ye see?
21723	Do n''t you hear the banjo laugh?
21723	Does half my heart lie buried there In Texas, down by the Rio Grande?
21723	Fine night-- Dance?
21723	For the tone I heard was softer far than these, that a- calling?
21723	Have n''t seen anything that would answer description?
21723	Hear the fiddles scream?
21723	It was no sigh of breeze or song of bird, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	Laugh?
21723	Like to get a breath of air lookin''at the stars?
21723	Nay, now I would write my name as the Upland Rider wrote; Write?
21723	No, no, it was n''t earthly sound I heard, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	O Fame, why sleeps thy favored son In wilds, in woods, in weeds?
21723	Proud o''her?
21723	Ride?
21723	THE herds are gathered in from plain and hill, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	The boys are sleeping and the boys are still, Who''s that a- calling?
21723	The desert cricket tunes his pipes When the half- grown moon shines dim; The sage thrush trills her evening song-- But what are they to him?
21723	The mother started and shivered, But trouble and want were near; She lifted the baby gently,"You''ll be very careful, dear?"
21723	The sheriff up and found his stride; Bill''s soul went shootin''down the slide,-- How are things on the Great Divide, O Whiskey Bill?
21723	Three weeks?
21723	Want to rest a minute?
21723	Warm, mam?
21723	Who''s that a- calling?
21723	Will she fear?
21723	Will she hate?
21723	Will she love?
21723	Will she pay me a kiss to be free?
21723	Will y''u care fo''yo''mothah, little boy?
21723	Will y''u think of yo''home when the world rolls wide?
21723	Will y''u wish for yo''mothah, little boy?
21723	Will you give me five hundred betwixt fur the boot?
21723	Worthington Green._ THE COWBOY''S VALENTINE SAY, Moll, now do n''t you''llow to quit A- playin''maverick?
21723	_ Anonymous._ A COWBOY''S SON WHAR y''u from, little stranger, little boy?
21723	_ Anonymous._ WHO''S THAT CALLING SO SWEET?
21723	are you the greatgrandchildren of the West?"
21723	· · · · · · · Was that thunder?
10448	AIR-- Is there a heart,& c. Is there a man that never sighed To set the prisoner free?
10448	AM I NOT A MAN AND BROTHER?
10448	ARE YE TRULY FREE?
10448	Am I not a Man and Brother?
10448	Am I not a man and brother?
10448	Am I not a man and brother?
10448	And thoughts be mute?
10448	Are ye deaf to the plaints that each moment arise?
10448	Are ye not base slaves indeed, Men unworthy to be freed, If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother''s pain?
10448	Are ye wanting in will?
10448	Bangor Gazette What mean ye?
10448	Brothers from sisters, friend from friend, How dare you bid them part?
10448	Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, Or threats thy Heaven- born spirit tame?
10448	Can overseers quench thy flame?
10448	Do you boast of your freedom?
10448	From whom does it inherit The doom of slavery?
10448	HAVE WE NOT ALL ONE FATHER?
10448	Have I not a soul to save?
10448	Is it thus ye forget the mild precepts of Penn,-- Unheeding the clamor that"maddens the skies,"As ye trample the rights of your dark fellow- men?
10448	Is there a breast so chilled in life, Can nurse the coward''s sigh?
10448	Is there a creature so debased, Would not for freedom die?
10448	Is there a heart so cold in man, Can galling fetters crave?
10448	Is there a man that never prized The sweets of liberty?
10448	Is there a wretch so truly low, Can stoop to be a slave?
10448	Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt?
10448	Lord, break them Slavery powers-- will you go along with me?
10448	Must e''en the press be dumb?
10448	Must nature''neath the whip- cord languish?
10448	Must the groans of your bondman still torture the ear?
10448	Must truth itself succumb?
10448	My country, shall thy honored name, Be as a by- word through the world?
10448	O, gracious Lord?
10448	Or threats thy Heaven- born spirit tame?
10448	Or turns the rapid current?
10448	Ought I not, then, to be free?
10448	Peace, babblers-- be still; Prate not of the goddess who scarce deigns to hear; Have ye power to unbind?
10448	Pierpont Are ye Truly Free?
10448	Say, O fond Zurima, Where dost thou stay?
10448	Say, doth another List to thy sweet lay?
10448	Say, doth the orange still Bloom near our cot?
10448	See these poor souls from Africa, Transported to America: We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me?
10448	See wives and husbands sold apart, The children''s screams!--it breaks my heart; There''s a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
10448	Shall he a slave be bound, Whom God hath doubly crowned Creation''s lord?
10448	Shall law be set aside, The right of prayer denied, Nature and God decried, And man called brute?
10448	Shall men of Christian name, Without a blush of shame, Profess their tyrant claim From God''s own word?
10448	Shall the sons of those sires that once spurned the chain, Turn bloodhounds to hunt and make captive again?
10448	Shall tyranny triumph, and freedom succumb?
10448	Then, answer, is the spirit Less noble or less free?
10448	This is proud oppression''s hour; Storms are round us; shall we cower?
10448	WHAT MEAN YE?
10448	What lover of her fame Feels not his country''s shame, In this dark hour?
10448	What mean ye that ye bruise and bind My people, saith the Lord, And starve your craving brother''s mind, Who asks to hear my word?
10448	What mean ye that ye make them toil, Through long and dreary years, And shed like rain upon your soil Their blood and bitter tears?
10448	What mean ye, that ye dare to rend The tender mother''s heart?
10448	What mean ye, when God''s bounteous hand To you so much has given, That from the slave who tills your land Ye keep both earth and heaven?
10448	What moves the mighty torrent, And bids it flow abroad?
10448	What, but the voice of God?
10448	When at the judgment God shall call, Where is thy brother?
10448	Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer?
10448	Where are the patriots now, Of honest heart and brow, Who scorn the neck to bow To Slavery''s power?
10448	Where human law o''errules Divine, Beneath the sheriff''s hammer fell My wife and babes,--I call them mine,-- And where they suffer, who can tell?
10448	Where the sweet Joliba, Kisses the shore, Say, shall I wander By thee never more?
10448	While beneath a despot''s power Groans the suffering slave?
10448	While mothers are torn from their children apart, And agony sunders the cords of the heart?
10448	While on every southern gale, Comes the helpless captive''s tale, And the voice of woman''s wail, And of man''s despair?
10448	While our homes and rights are dear, Guarded still with watchful fear, Shall we coldly turn our ear From the suppliant''s prayer?
10448	Who comes in his pride to that low cottage door-- The haughty and rich to the humble and poor?
10448	Why does she raise that bitter cry?
10448	Why hangs her head with shame, As now the auctioneer''s rough voice, So rudely calls her name?
10448	Why stands she near the auction stand, That girl so young and fair; What brings her to this dismal place, Why stands she weeping there?
10448	Will you, will you be colonized?
10448	Will you, will you be colonized?
10448	Ye spirits of the free, Can ye forever see Your brother man A yoked and scourged slave, Chains dragging to his grave, And raise no hand to save?
10448	Zurima, Zurima, Am I forgot?
10448	and are ye thus dumb?
10448	are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free?
10448	bend forsooth to southern rule?
10448	can man e''er bind thee?
10448	cringe and crawl to souther''s clay, And be the base, the supple tool, Of hell- begotten slavery?
10448	how long?
10448	my every heart- string cries, Dost thou these scenes behold In this our boasted Christian land, And must the truth be told?
10448	say, What mean ye to the Judge of all To answer on that day?
10448	she grasps a manly hand, And in a voice so low, As scarcely to be heard, she says,''My brother, must I go?''
10448	when Slavery''ll cease, Then we poor souls can have our peace; There''s a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
10448	when shall it be, That we poor souls shall all be free?
10448	whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?
10448	will right Triumph o''er wrong?
10448	will you send me back?
10448	will you send me back?
10448	will you send me back?
10448	will you send me back?
15370	Alack- a- Dey, famished I feel; Oh, good little Tootle- Tum- Teh, Where on earth shall I look for a meal? 15370 And shall I get so plump and fresh, And look no longer seedily?
15370	And will my whiskers curl so tight? 15370 But what are dukes and viscounts to The happiness of all my crew?
15370	But, p''r''aps, kind Turk, you''re full inside?
15370	Dear Tootle- Tum, what shall we do? 15370 I''ve come, De Peckham Rye, To do a Christian task; You ask me what would I?
15370	In this, my unenlightened state, To work in heavy boots I comes, Will pumps henceforward decorate My tiddle toddle tootsicums? 15370 Indeed?"
15370	It''s tone esoteric in force-- I trust that I make myself clear?
15370	Oh, ah!--indeed-- I see,The troubadour exclaimed--"If I may make so free, How is this castle named?"
15370	Oh, holy father,Alice said,"''twould grieve you, would it not?
15370	Oh, massa, why you go away? 15370 Shall I be freed?"
15370	Then only the cook and me was left, And the delicate question,''Which Of us two goes to the kettle?'' 15370 Why come you here to bother one?
15370	Why should I want to spend my nights In Parliament, a- making speeches? 15370 Will trousers, such as yours, array Extremities inferior?
15370	And I said to him,"Dicky- bird, why do you sit Singing''Willow, titwillow, titwillow?''
15370	And I''ll wager in their joy they kissed each other''s cheek( Which is what them, furriners do), And they blessed their lucky stars?
15370	And if it be neither of these, say I, Why do you sit and sob and sigh?
15370	And the glories of its treasures Shadow of a shade?
15370	And who so fit to sit in it, deny it if you can, As this very great-- this very good-- this very gifted man?
15370	Are its palaces and pleasures Fantasies that fade?
15370	But haughty Pish- Tush- Pooh- Bah Said,"Alack- a- Dey, what does this mean?"
15370	But will it be believed that he, With grin upon his face of poppy, Declined my aid, while thanking me For what he called my"philanthroppy?"
15370	D''ye see?
15370	Did they with thirst in summer burn?
15370	Did you ever?
15370	Had I a headache?
15370	Have you e''er a lover a- dangling after you?
15370	He seized his clarion straight, And blew thereat, until A warden oped the gate,"Oh, what might be your will?"
15370	He''ll ask then and there, with an insolent stare, If you know that you''re paid to be funny?"
15370	His most æsthetic, Very magnetic Fancy took this turn--"If I can wheedle A knife or needle, Why not a Silver Churn?"
15370	I cried,"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"
15370	I fain would discover If you have a lover?
15370	I hear you asking, Why-- Why in the world I sing This tawdry, tinselled thing?
15370	I''ve a highly intelligent face-- My features can not be denied-- But, whatever I try, sir, I fail in-- and why, sir?
15370	IS LIFE A BOON?
15370	If I abjure fermented drink, Shall I, indeed, resemble you?
15370	If love is a nettle that makes you smart, Why do you wear it next your heart?
15370	If so?
15370	Is it but a world of trouble-- Sadness set to song?
15370	Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?"
15370	Is its beauty but a bubble Bound to break ere long?
15370	Is life a boon?
15370	Is life a thorn?
15370	It adds to the task Of a merryman''s place, When your principal asks, With a scowl on his face, If you know that you''re paid to be funny?"
15370	It can not be blissful, as''tis said, Or why are their eyes so wondrous red?
15370	It can not be joy and rapture deep, Or why do these gentle ladies weep?
15370	It can not be kind as they''d imply, Or why do these gentle ladies sigh?
15370	It come uncommon near, But we answered with a cheer, Which paralyzed the Parley- voo, D''ye see?
15370	It made him moan-- it made him groan And almost wore him to a mummy: Why should I hesitate to own That pain was in his little tummy?
15370	My cheeks grow smug and muttony?
15370	My coat so blue and buttony?
15370	My face become so red and white?
15370	My skin will henceforth fit my flesh So tightly and so Tweedie- ly?"
15370	Now tell me pray, and tell me true, What in the world should the poor soul do?
15370	Now tell me pray, and tell me true, What in the world should the poor soul do?
15370	Oh, is there not one maiden breast Which does not feel the moral beauty Of making worldly interest Subordinate to sense of duly?
15370	Oh, is there not one maiden here, Whose homely face and bad complexion Have caused all hopes to disappear Of ever winning man''s affection?
15370	Prithee, pretty maiden, will you marry me?
15370	Sir Hugh he darkly frowned,"What would you, sir, with me?"
15370	Sound words of advice and encouragement on the text"What must I do to be saved?"
15370	The padre said,"Whatever have you been and gone and done?"
15370	Try we life long, we can never Straighten out life''s tangled skein, Why should we, in vain endeavor, Guess and guess and guess again?
15370	WOULD YOU KNOW?
15370	We were hardy British tars Who had pity on a poor Parley- voo, D''ye see?
15370	What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July?
15370	What though mortal joys be hollow?
15370	What, though I can not meet my bills?
15370	What, though I suffer toothache''s ills?
15370	What, though I swallow countless pills?
15370	What, though I''m in a sorry case?
15370	What, though solemn shadows fall, Sooner, later, over all?
15370	Wherefore waste our elocution On impossible solution?
15370	While a beautiful Saracen maiden Is whipped by a Saracen snob?
15370	Whither, whither art thou fleeting?
15370	Who would not give up willingly All matrimonial ambition, To rescue such a one as I From his unfortunate position?
15370	Why waken from its slumbers The aching memory of the old, old days?
15370	Will chubbiness assert its sway All over my exterior?
15370	With her skirt at her shameful knee, And her painted, tainted phiz: Ah, matron, which of us is?
15370	Would you know the kind of maid Sets my heart a flame- a?
15370	said good Doctor Brown,"So this is Turkish coyness, is it?
15370	sighed the maids assembled; Had I a cold?
15370	welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale?
26679	''Cause_ Gilderoy_ had done amiss, Must he be punish''d then; What kind of Cruelty is this To hang such Handsom Men?
26679	( then said he) thou cruel Quean, Why hast thou me beguil''d?
26679	Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou''d you fly?
26679	And then what can we say?
26679	But now for_ Jemmy_ I must Mourn, He to the Wars must go; His Sheephook to a Sword must turn, Alack what shall I do?
26679	Dear gentle Youth is''t none but thee?
26679	Faith win Gold and wear it; Now who would not be such a Bride?
26679	Fly the Fair- Sex, if Bliss you prize, The Snake''s beneath the Flow''r: Whoever gaz''d on Beauties Eyes, That tasted Quiet more?
26679	Her delicate Body he clasp''d in his Arms, He kiss''d her, he press''d her, heap''d charms upon charms; He cry''d shall I now?
26679	Here_ Thomas Cecil_ lies, who''s that?
26679	JOCKEY''S_ Escape from_ DUNDEE;_ and the Parsons Daughter whom he had Mow''d._[ Music] Where gott''st thou the_ Haver- mill bonack_?
26679	O dear, where am I?
26679	O then cry''d out the Scullion Boy, As loud as loud might be; O save her Life, good Master- Cook, And make your Pies of me?
26679	Old_ Obadiah_ sings_ Ave- Maria_, Sing Lulla- by- Baby with a Dildo; The old Woman and her Cat sat by the Fire, Now this is my Love d''y''like her ho?
26679	Or live so high there''s none a- nigh That can with you compare?
26679	Prithee, prithee why so mute; Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing, nothing do''t?
26679	Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale: Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking Ill, looking ill prevail?
26679	Sir_ Thomas Bacchus_, what of him?
26679	Then_ Jockey_ tuke_ Jenny_ by the Nease, Saying my dear Lovey canst thou loof me?
26679	This Fair Maid being ripe of Wit, She strait Reply''d again; There were two Butts more at the Door, Why did you not roul them in?
26679	Thy Scrip I know, hath Cheer good store, What then the Shepherd said?
26679	To another Chapel now we come, The People follow and chat; This is the Lady_ Cottington_, And the People cry, who''s that?
26679	To which he did Reply, Although I hired a Cellar of her, And the Possession was mine?
26679	What are Lovers?
26679	What are Lovers?
26679	What can the mighty meaning be?
26679	What is''t you do?
26679	What, at best, but slavish Things?
26679	What, at best, but slavish Things?
26679	What, at best, but slavish Things?
26679	Where am I got?
26679	Whither, whither wou''d you fly?
26679	Whither, whither, whither, whither, ah whither wou''d you fly?
26679	Why are all your Shepherds mad, And your Shepherdesses sad?
26679	Why shou''d my Sighs, why shou''d my Sighs, Why shou''d my Sighs and Fondness move you?
26679	Why should two Hearts in one Breast be, And yet not be together; Or Love, where is thy Sympathy, If thou our Hearts do sever?
26679	Why so dull and mute young Sinner?
26679	Would you lead a Life Divine?
26679	You soon might in Glory appear: In glittering Coach you may ride, With Lackeys to run by your side; For why should you spare it?
26679	[ Music] How now Sister_ Betteris_, why look you so sad?
26679	[ Music] Old_ Lewis le Grand_, He raves like a Fury, And calls for_ Mercury_; Quoth he, if I can, I''ll finish my Days; For why should I live?
26679	[ Music] Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou''d you fly?
26679	[ Music] Tell me ye_ Sicilian_ Swains, Why this Mourning''s o''er your Plains; Where''s your usual Melody?
26679	[ Music] Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear; What does Love our Business hear?
26679	[ Music] What Life can compare with the jolly Town Rakes, When in his full swing of all Pleasure he takes?
26679	[ Music] Where would coy_ Amyntas_ run, From a despairing Lover''s Story?
26679	[ Music] Why so pale and wan fond Lover?
26679	[ Music] Would you be a Man in Fashion?
26679	[ Music]_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you,_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you, Where''s the harm in saying so?
26679	_ Bett._ True Sister,_ Gillian_, I know it full well, But what will you say if such News I do tell?
26679	_ Corinna_ if my Fate''s to love you, Where''s the harm in saying so?
26679	_ Cælia_ how can you be Cruel and Fair?
26679	_ How came she here then?_ Will.
26679	_ That''s he for whom our Bells ring so often, is it not_ Mary?
26679	_ The_ DEAR JOY''S_ Lamentation._[ Music] Ho my dear Joy, now what dost thou think?
26679	_ Then be thou Mad_,& c. Has thy Mistress frown''d on thee, or thy Rival out- gone thee?
26679	can happy be, That does the Truth of all things see?
26679	foolish Lass, what mun I do?
26679	never ask more and I''ll give thee a Kiss; How never?
26679	said he,( and sigh''d when he spoke) Your cruel resolves will you never revoke?
26679	what a Quean was she?)
26679	what are Kings?
26679	what are Kings?
26679	what becomes of me?
8466	''Ay, bub or grubby, I say?''
8466	)_ II At the crowning of our king, Thus we ever dance and sing: Where''s the nation lives so free, And so merrily as we?
8466	1789][ A Cantata by G. Parker(?)].
8466	Alors je cherchai à connaitre S''il s''était dument repenti?
8466	As we was a comin''''ome I says to the old gal"Let''s pop into the''Broker''s Arms''and''ave a drop o''beer?"
8466	At penny- a- lining make your whack, Or with the mummers mug and gag?
8466	Bin playing some dark little game?
8466	Did you ever see the like?"
8466	Have yer bought the street, Bill?"
8466	How do you melt the multy swag?
8466	I Now ai n''t they utterly too-- too?
8466	I Why lie ye in that ditch, so snug, With s-- and filth bewrayed[ 1] With hair all dangling down thy lug[ 2] My mugging maid?
8466	I''Ow are yer, my ribstone?
8466	II And where the swag so bleakly pinched[ 8] A hundred stretches hence?
8466	II Say, mugging Moll, why that red- rag[ 3] Which oft hath me dismayed Why is it now so mute in mag,[ 4] My mugging maid?
8466	II Why steals the booze down through thy snout,[ 5] With mulberry''s blue arrayed, And why from throat steals hiccough out My mugging maid?
8466	II You ai n''t forgotten''ow we drove that day Down to the Welsh''Arp, in my donkey shay; Folks with a"chy- ike"shouted,"Ai n''t they smart?"
8466	II"You horrid wretch,"said my Lord to Rann-- The dashy, splashy, leary little stringer--"How dare you rob a gentleman?"
8466	III She blubb''d--"Now, Joe, vhy treat me ill?
8466	III Suppose you try a different tack, And on the square you flash your flag?
8466	III Who, when she met a heavy swell,[ 1] Would ease him of his wipe so well,[ 2] And kiss me not to go and tell?-- My mother.
8466	IV Suppose I put''em up the flue,[ 10] And booze the profits, Joe?
8466	IV Why is thy mug so wan and blue,[ 6] In mud and muck you''re laid; Say, what''s the matter now with you My mugging maid?
8466	J''ai rencontré la mercandière Qui du pivois solisait; Je lui jaspine en bigorne;[ 5] Lonfa malura dondaine, Qu''as tu donc à morfiller?
8466	Je lui jaspine en bigorne; Qu''as tu donc à morfiller?
8466	Must you be so cheerful, while I go in pain?
8466	Or get the straight, and land your pot?
8466	Or pitch a snide?
8466	Or thimble- rig?
8466	Suppose you duff?
8466	THE[ SUFFERING?]
8466	THE[ WERDHICK?]
8466	The thimbles, slangs, and danglers filched,[ 9] A hundred stretches hence?
8466	Then who can name So merry a game As the game of all games-- high- toby?
8466	Then who can name So merry a game, As the game of all games-- high- toby?
8466	V Make much of us, Charlie?
8466	VI Tell ye''ow?
8466	VI Then fill your glasses, dolly palls, vy should they be neglected, As does their best to helewate the line as ve''s selected?
8466	VI Which, Joe, is why I ses to you-- Æsthetic- like, and limp, and free-- Now ai n''t they utterly too- too, Them flymy little bits of Blue?
8466	What is become of thy heart- chearing fire, And where is the beauty of Calvert''s Intire?
8466	Where is he now?
8466	Who in a row like Tom could lead the van, Booze in the ken, or in the spellken hustle?
8466	Who on a lark, with Black- eyed Sal( his blowing) So prime, so swell, so nutty, and so knowing?
8466	Who queer a flat?
8466	Who( spite of Bow Street''s ban) On the high- toby- splice so flash the muzzle?
8466	With daylights flashing, Bess at length reply''d,[ 8] Must Joey proffer this, and be deny''d?
8466	X Will no blood- hunting foot- pad, that hears me complain, Stop the wind of that nabbing- cull, constable Payne?
8466	XV Come buy, come buy a Horne- booke, Who buys my Pins or Needles?
8466	[ 10]''Wy rather,''sez I,''wot do you think?''
8466	[ 11] Down with the dust, and save your life,[ 12] Your consent will end our strife, Ai n''t your life worth more than gold?
8466	[ 11] If he does, he''ll to Tyburn next sessions be dragg''d, And what kiddy''s so rum as to get himself scragg''d?
8466	[ 11] Now ai n''t they utterly too- too?
8466	[ 13: Wagner(?)]
8466	[ 14: The Corsican Brothers(?)]
8466	[ 15: arrested?]
8466	[ 15] V Then says Uncle, says he, to his blowen,[ 16]"D''ye twig these coves, my mot so knowing?
8466	[ 15] Will ye jes''come and try?
8466	[ 17] Are they out- and- outers, dearie?
8466	[ 18] Are they fogle- hunters, or cracksmen leary?
8466	[ 18](_ bis_) Montron drogue à sa larque,[ 19] Bonnis- moi donc girofle[ 20] Qui sont ces pègres- là?
8466	[ 19] Are they coves of the ken, d''ye know?
8466	[ 1: nothing][ 2: merrily][ 3: walking][ 4: lodging- house][ 5: sweetheart; wife][ 6: penny][ 7: dressed][ 8: Grisi?]
8466	[ 1] Or fake the broads?
8466	[ 20] Shall I let''em in, or tell''em to go?"
8466	[ 21] Des grinchisseurs de bogues,[ 22] Esquinteurs de boutoques,[ 23] Les connobres tu pas?
8466	[ 2] The bene morts who sweetly sing,[ 3] A hundred stretches hence?
8466	[ 4] II Are smashers and divers[ 5] And noble contrivers Not sold to the beaks[ 6] By the coppers an''sneaks?
8466	[ 6] III I pattered in flash like a covey knowing,''Ay, bub or grubby, I say?"
8466	[ 8] II Joe, just you kool''em-- nice and skew[ 9] Upon our old meogginee, Now ai n''t they utterly too- too?
8466	_ Copland._ Come none of these pedlers this way also, With pak on bak with their bousy speche[ 1] Jagged and ragged with broken hose and breche?
8466	_''Tout aux tavernes et aux filles''_ I Suppose you screeve, or go cheap- jack?
8466	all the neighbours cried,"Who''re yer goin''to meet, Bill?
8466	and give him a kick-- And I''ll lend him another, for why should not John Be as dull as poor Dermot, when Nancy is gone?
8466	did n''t she colour and smile?
8466	echo answers"where"?
8466	gallows, do you want my sand to- day?"
8466	is that, by the Holy, the rason?
8466	no claret flows,[ 8] No facers sound-- no smashing blows, Five minutes pass, yet not a hit, How can it end, pals?--vait a bit.
8466	or fig a nag?
8466	or knap a yack?
8466	or nose and lag?
8466	or smash a rag?
8466	sez I;"Wot did yer call for?"
8466	sez''e;"Two pots of four''alf,"sez I;"Oh,"sez''e,"ai n''t mother goin''to''ave none?"
8466	what madness could impel So rum a Flat to face so prime a Swell?
8466	what shall I do?
8466	where will be the culls of the bing[ 1] A hundred stretches hence?
8466	who''ve we here now?
42585	How dar''st thou then with impious hand,This public property invade?
42585	Now draw thy rein, thou jolly Butcher; How far hast thou to ride?
42585	Oh, what is thy boon? 42585 Oh, what thee ails, thou drunken Butcher?"
42585	Say little_ David_, why the devil should_ Asses_ Find fault with_ dirty_ ways, and_ narrow_ passes? 42585 What likes, what likes,"cried the Pardoner then,"Why tellest thou that to me?
42585	What stirs the sodden headed knave To make his pastime here?
42585	Whom of your nobles will do so, For to maintain the commonalty? 42585 Why not a bright example give,"Why not espouse an honest cause,"Why not support those men who strive,"T''inforce our good and ancient laws?
42585	And is this the courtly warrior, Gallant, gay Sir Francis Leke?
42585	And now, my dear friends, what more need I say?
42585	And when_ Robin_ came in the sight of the Bower, where are my Yeomen?
42585	Ar''t''come eawt o''gettin''thi beer, Or havin''a bit ov a shave?
42585	Away with sorrow,& c. On THURSDAY there''ll be more than this-- And such enjoyment who would miss?
42585	Awm surproised, Dick, at thee bein''here; Heaw is it tha''rt noan i''thi grave?
42585	Bessye mett him with a merry cheare, And with these words she did him greete; How like you the killing of my brethren dear?
42585	But_ that''s_ noan thi business, aw deawt, For tha has n''t a hair o''thi yed; Hast a woife an''some childer abeawt?
42585	Can any within Old England''s bounds With this heathery land compare?
42585	Christian, shall I close my story?
42585	Christians, I have told my ditty, If you shudder not with fear, If your breasts can glow with pity, Can you now withhold a tear?
42585	Conscience, where are now thine arrows?
42585	Cried Peverel,"and thus dare to brave Him whom the king doth fear?
42585	Death and Grave, where are your terrors?
42585	Did other men''s sorrows make sad his heart?
42585	Does the murd''rer feel the smart?
42585	Dos''t''yer?
42585	Earth, why op''dst thou not thy womb?
42585	FOOTNOTES:[ 86]_ Sic._ query corrosive?
42585	Fal, lal,& c."What news?
42585	Had chance Voyagers beheld him, In a trance, who slumbering bore, By some heavenly impulse, guided Him unto his native shore?
42585	Hark ye well, my neighbours all, and pray now can you tell Which is the nearest way unto the Begger''s Well?
42585	He knocked boldly at the door, And when his father came, He said, sir, be you such a one?
42585	He, the same!--who shunning discord, Found a peace he did not seek?
42585	Heaw''s business below; is it slack?
42585	Hermit is he, or some Pilgrim, Entering boldly his own cell?
42585	High they lift the murd''rous weapon, Who can''bide her piercing shriek?
42585	High they lift the murd''rous weapon, Wretches, hear ye not her cries?
42585	High they lift the murd''rous weapon?
42585	How dare the wicked infidel Say that there is no God?
42585	How fareth my father, that noble lord, In all England that hath no peer?
42585	I prithee, good fellow, O where art thou now?
42585	Jesu Christ, who may men trust?
42585	Joy will beam in heart and face, To know that surely''tis the case, That their gay presence here will grace The Agricultural Meeting?
42585	Lightnings, tempests, did ye slumber?
42585	Lists he yet the stirring battle, Lists he victory''s rending shout?
42585	Now is it_ fair_, that you and I should be Depriv''d of our just_ Rights_, and_ Property_?
42585	O what is the matter?
42585	Or, say-- a glimpse of his own?
42585	Ritum raddledum,& c. Pally Sampson too was there, Wi''"Neighbour how do you do?"
42585	Rocks, why stood ye so unmoved?
42585	Said his Wife, as he sank down;"And what thee ails, thou drunken Butcher?"
42585	Said_ Robin Hood_, Lady fair, whether away, oh whither fair Lady away?
42585	Scap''d these hell- hounds instant doom?
42585	Shall we in these dread commotions, Neither need your arm nor mind, Where shall I behold defender, Where shall these a Father find?
42585	Sir William Stanley sat in the Holt Castle, And looked over his head so high; Which way standeth the wind, can any tell?
42585	Spare the legend for its beauty-- Carp not-- what is it to you If the letter is a fable?
42585	Tell me, Humphrey, I thee pray, How fareth King Richard his commenty?
42585	Tell me, Humphrey, I thee pray, How hast thou spedd in the West Countrey?
42585	Tell me, Humphrey, said the earle then, How fareth all that same countrey?
42585	That durst thus mate with me; And claim one half of the Prince''s deer, Despite of his sovereignty?
42585	That ye, when swiftly rattling wheels Proclaimed his Highness near; Trode almost on each other''s heels, To leave the House of Prayer?
42585	The Clerk then to his master said,"We''re left behind complete; What harm if we start off for Prince, And run the second heat?"
42585	The lord mused in that tide, Said, Humphrey Brereton, what mak''st thou here?
42585	The miller he caught the maid by the toe; What d''ye call this, my dearest?
42585	Well,_ Handford_, then said the good Squire What think you of my Bonny_ Dick_ Do''s think thou can make him to retire Or not for to Gallop so quick?
42585	What caused this strange disaster, say, What did the scene provoke?
42585	What news?
42585	What was it that made that kind- hearted man Sit pensively there alone?
42585	When little_ John_ came, to Gambols they went, both Gentlemen, Yeomen and Cloun; And what do you think?
42585	When tha''rn living up here wurt we d?
42585	When, singing blithe as he approached, A shepherd boy met John:"Pray tell to me,"the outlaw cried,"What ground I here am on?"
42585	Where am I-- with quick or dead?"
42585	Where are your Companions all?
42585	Who gave him Brome- field, that I now ment?
42585	Who gave him Chirk- land to his fee?
42585	Who is this in weeds unseemly, Half a man that seems, half beast, Who obtrudes himself unbidden On the merry marriage feast?
42585	Who made Him High Chamberlain of Cheshire?
42585	Who married you to the Margaret Richmond, A Dutchess of a high degree?
42585	Who shall be the messenger the same to bring, Both the gold and the writeing over the sea?
42585	Why do the Nymphs( believe) Of_ Nile_, it down Rocks drive; Unless it be for fear_ Trent''s_ glory should go near To overgo them?
42585	Why hath_ Orantus_ found A Channel under ground Where t''lye hid, but for shame When it hears_ Darwin''s_[3] name, Which Fame doth carry?
42585	Will you relieve yonder prince, That is exiled beyond the sea?
42585	With our shrewd exultant Victor, Bootless now were strife of steel; Looking on my bleeding country Can I for her cease to feel?
42585	With the Court you are a favourite-- Yet your King shall righted be: In his hour of deadly peril Can you from your monarch flee?
42585	Wo n''t there be a fine to do?
42585	_ Clorinda_ said, Tell me your Name gentle Sir?
42585	_ The Beggar''s Ramble._ Come hark you well, my masters, pray can you me tell Which is the nearest road unto the beggar''s wells?
42585	cried he, with faltering breath, What sounds are these which I hear?
42585	did they ever brook?
42585	did they ever dread it?
42585	he gasped,"what ill- omen is this?
42585	my trusty page, What is the news you have brought to me?"
42585	the fierce Norman cried,"Who hunts in my country?
42585	the foremost said,"You are got to work eftsoon, I pray do you hold of the crown in chief, Or follow the Lady Moon?
42585	where upon earth is another land So green, so fine, so fair?
2831	And e''en wae worth ye, Jock my man, I paid ye weel your hire; Why pu''ye out the ground- wa''stane, To me lets in the fire?
2831	And what a hauld sall we draw till, My merry men and me? 2831 And what''ll ye leave to your ain mother dear, Edward, Edward?
2831	As you ride far and near?
2831	But sickness at hame and want at the door-- You gied me your hand, while your heart it was sore; I saw it was sore,--why took I her hand? 2831 But what helps complaining?
2831	Hast thou any green cloth,said our king,"That thou wilt sell now to me?"
2831	Hast thou thy land again?
2831	How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? 2831 How should''st thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou know''st thy country''s foe?
2831	I make mine avow to God,said Robin,"Monk, what told I thee?
2831	In what manner,said Rob- in,"Hast thou lore thy rich- esse?"
2831	In what offic- e?
2831	Is Jamie come here yet?
2831	Is there any room at your head, Willie? 2831 Is this my father Philip?
2831	Is this well told?
2831	Now, an thou lose thy land,said Robin,"What shall fall of thee?"
2831	O Bell my wife, why dost thou flout? 2831 O Bell, why dost thou flyte and scorn?
2831	O came ye here to hunt or hawk, As ye hae done before, O? 2831 O see ye nat, my merry men a''?
2831	O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me; To send us out this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea? 2831 O where will I get a gude sail- or To take my helm in hand, Till I get up to the tall topmast To see if I can spy land?"
2831	Raynold Greenleaf,said the sher- iff,"Where hast thou now be?"
2831	Say me, Reynold Greenleaf, Wilt thou dwell with me? 2831 Tell me whose men ye are,"he says,"or whose men that ye be; Who gave you leave to hunt in this Cheviot Chase in the spite of mine and of me?"
2831	Welc- ome, my lord,said his lady;"Sir, lost is all your good?"
2831	What art thou,he said,"thou fine fell- ow?
2831	What devilkyns draper,said Little Much,"Thinkest thou to be?"
2831	What is the summ- e?
2831	What shalt thou give him, Little John?
2831	What sudden chance is this,quoth he,"That I to love must subject be, Which never thereto would agree, But still did it defy?"
2831	What tiding- e, John?
2831	What will ye give more?
2831	When shall my day be,said the knight,"Sir, an your will be?"
2831	Where be thy friends?
2831	Where be you, fair Alice, my wife? 2831 Where is your abbey, whan ye are at home, And who is your avow- e?"
2831	Whither be ye away?
2831	Who is there now,said the porter,"That maketh all this knocking?"
2831	Who is your master?
2831	Who is your master?
2831	Why did you promise love to me, And not that promise keep? 2831 Why did you say my lip was sweet, And made the scarlet pale?
2831	Why does your brand sae drop wi''bluid, Edward, Edward? 2831 --And what''ll ye do wi''your towers and your ha'', Edward, Edward?
2831	--"And what''ll ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward?
2831	--"And whatten pen- ance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward?
2831	--"Be ye those thieves,"then said our King,"That men have told of to me?
2831	--"How fareth my Justice?"
2831	--"To Drayton Basset wouldst thou go, Fro the place where thou dost stand?
2831	--"Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock my man, I paid ye weel your fee: Why pu''ye out the ground- wa''stane, Lets in the reek to me?
2831	--"What be your names?"
2831	--"What boot wilt thou have?"
2831	--"What boot wilt thou have?"
2831	--"What craftsman art thou?"
2831	--"What, art thou a fool?"
2831	--"Whereat, then?"
2831	--"Who hath them slain?"
2831	And O, where may your dwelling be?"
2831	And my children three?
2831	And welcome be thou, gentle knight, Why hast thou be so long?"
2831	And what''ll ye do wi''your towers and your ha'', That were so fair to see, O?"
2831	And what''ll ye leave to your ain mother dear?
2831	And what''ll ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang over the sea, O?"
2831	And whatten pen- ance will ye dree for that?
2831	Anon then said good Rob- in, To that lad- ye free,"What man hath your lord i- take?"
2831	Believe the flattering tale?
2831	But what shall these bows do?"
2831	Erl William''s heart mair cauld is grown;( Hey, luve mine, quhan dawis the day?)
2831	For why?
2831	Hast thou any friends,"said Robin,"Thy borowes that will be?"
2831	Her father and mother observed her decay;"What ails ye, my bairn?"
2831	How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
2831	How man- y men,"said Rob- in,"Had this monk, John?"
2831	How much is in yonder other courser?"
2831	I pray you tell to me; You might thus make officers shent, Good sirs, of whence be ye?"
2831	In what country were thou born, And where is thy wonning wan?"
2831	John said,"What grieveth thee?
2831	Lo here we have the King- es seal; What, lourdain, art thou wood?"
2831	My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back, But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack; His ship was a wrack-- why didna Jamie dee?
2831	Now tell me what art thou?"
2831	O see ye nat what I see?
2831	O, will ye gae wi''me and see?"
2831	Or any room at your feet?
2831	Or any room at your side, Willie, Wherein that I may creep?"
2831	Or is''t my brother John?
2831	Or is''t my true love Willie, From Scotland new come home?"
2831	Or why am I spared to cry,"Woe is me?"
2831	Peter, Paul, or John?
2831	Sa- y me now, wight young man, What is now thy name?
2831	The first word the abbot spake,"Hast th- ou brought m- y pay?"
2831	The king sits in Dumferling toune, Drinking the blude- reid wine:"O whare will I get a skeely skipper To sail this new ship of mine?"
2831	The usher said:"Yeomen, what would ye have?
2831	Then bespake him Robin Hood, To that knight so free,"What need driveth thee to green wood?
2831	What dost thou here,"said the abb- ot,"But thou hadst brought thy pay?"
2831	What is in your coffers?"
2831	What is thy name, fair maid?"
2831	What rescues could ye find?
2831	What tiding- es from Nottingham?
2831	Why did you swear my eyes were bright, Yet leave those eyes to weep?
2831	Why does your brand sae drop wi''bluid, And why sae sad gang ye, O?"
2831	Why say ye so?
2831	Why should ye nought?
2831	Will you hear a Spanish lady, How she wooed an Englishman?
2831	Wonning wan: where is thy, in what direction is thy home?
2831	must I stay?"
2831	said Rob- in,"Thereof will I right none; Weenest thou I will have God to borowe?
2831	said Robin,"And these arrows i- feathered free?"
2831	said the King,"And my Sheriff also?"
2831	what have ye done?
2831	what things are those?
2831	where was he?
2831	whither will ye go?
27129	I have e''en great mind of thee?
27129	My heart where have you laid? 27129 Our Lord which is the rat,""What shall we have to our supper?"
27129	Three beans in a pound of butter?
27129	Was Raleigh retired there,writes Mr. W. J. Linton(_ Rare Poems_, p. 257),"during some season of her displeasure?
27129	What is our life?
27129	What needeth all this travail and turmoiling?
27129	Who shall this marriage make?
27129	hammers?
27129	''Want ye ony music here?''
27129	''What though,''quoth he,''he madly did aspire And his great mind made him proud Fortune''s thrall?
27129	):--"Joan, quoth John, when will this be?
27129	1. Who made thee, Hob, forsake the plough And fall in love?
27129	158, are subscribed"W. S.":--"O when will Cupid show such art To strike two lovers with one dart?
27129	A king?
27129	Am I the worst of men?
27129	And what news have you got, sir?
27129	And wot you why?
27129	Ay me, can every rumour Thus start my lady''s humour?
27129	But I love and I love, and who thinks you?
27129	Can I abide this prancing?
27129	Can Love be rich, and yet I want?
27129	Can a creature, so excelling, Harbour scorn in beauty''s dwelling, All kind pity thence expelling?
27129	Can true love yield such delay, Converting joy to pain?
27129	Canst thou love and burn out day?
27129	Canst thou love and lie alone?
27129	Dare you haunt our hallow''d green?
27129	Do you not know how Love lost first his seeing?
27129	Fair, I confess there''s pleasure in your sight; Sweet, you have power, I grant, of all delight; But what is all to me if I have none?
27129	Fie then, why sit we musing, Youth''s sweet delight refusing?
27129	Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed, Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred: How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds?
27129	For who a sleeping lion dares provoke?
27129	For why?
27129	Had I her fast betwixt mine arms, Judge you that think such sports were harms; Were''t any harm?
27129	Have I found her?
27129	How shall I then describe my Love?
27129	I asked you leave, you bade me love; is''t now a time to chide me?
27129	I can not come every day to woo?"
27129	I that loved and you that liked shall we begin to wrangle?
27129	If I go abroad and late come in,--"Sir knave,"saith she,"Where have you been?"
27129	If Love be just, then just is my desire; And if unjust, why is he call''d a God?
27129	If all things life present, Why die my comforts then?
27129	If my cares served her alone, Why is she thus untimely gone?
27129	Is Love a boy,--what means he then to strike?
27129	Is Love my judge, and yet am I condemned?
27129	Is he a God,--why doth he men deride?
27129	Is he a man,--why doth he hurt his like?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Is this fair excusing?
27129	Kind in unkindness, when will you relent And cease with faint love true love to torment?
27129	Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need''em When, in their best, they work our woe?
27129	No I have no means of trying: If I should, yet at first sight She would answer with denying: What remains but only dying?
27129	No, my sight is lost with eying: Shall I speak and beg relief?
27129	No, my voice is hoarse with crying: What remains but only dying?
27129	Now every tree renews his summer''s green, Why is your heart in winter''s garments clad?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee feign?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee say?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee show?
27129	Now what is love, I pray thee tell?
27129	O fools, can you not see a traffic nearer In my sweet lady''s face, where Nature showeth Whatever treasure eye sees or heart knoweth?
27129	O say, alas, what moves thee To grieve him so that loves thee?
27129	O say, dear life, when shall these twin- born berries, So lovely- ripe, by my rude lips be tasted?
27129	O sweet, alas, what say you?
27129	O then why Should she fly From him to whom her sight Doth add so much above her might?
27129	O, Mistress, in thy sanctuary Why wouldst thou suffer cold disdain To use his frozen cruelty, And gentle pity to be slain?
27129	O, did ever voice so sweet but only feign?
27129	O, tell me, restless soul, what uncouth jar Doth cause in store such want, in peace such war?
27129	O, why is the good of man with evil mixt?
27129	On a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd,''Sweet, how do you?
27129	Or can he love on whom no comfort shines?
27129	Or is he blind,--why will he be a guide?
27129	Or vex her with unkindness?
27129	Puddy came to the mouse''s wonne,''Mistress mouse, are you within?''
27129	Robert Greene has a somewhat similar description of Love("What thing is Love?
27129	Say, Joan, quoth John, what wilt thou do?
27129	Shall I abide this jesting?
27129	Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee When the evening beams are set?
27129	Shall I laugh at her denying?
27129	Shall I look to ease my grief?
27129	Shall I not excluded be, Will you find no feignèd let?
27129	Shall I not pluck( sweet, say not_ nay_) those cherries?
27129	Shall I tempt her with delight?
27129	Shall I then with patient mind Still attend her wayward pleasure?
27129	Shall I try her thoughts and write?
27129	Shall I turn her from her flying?
27129	Shall I woo her in despight?
27129	Shall a frown or angry eye, Shall a word unfitly placèd, Shall a shadow make me flie As if I were with tigers chasèd?
27129	Shall we go dance the round, the round, Shall we go dance the round?
27129	She whom then I lookèd on, My remembrance beautifying, Stays with me though I am gone, Gone and at her mercy lying: What remains but only dying?
27129	Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at ev''n he sets?
27129	Sweet, stay awhile; why will you rise?
27129	Tell me when wilt thou marry me, My corn and eke my calf and rents, My lands and all my tenements?
27129	The love of change hath changed the world throughout, And what is counted good but that is strange?
27129	The one of them said to his make[18]-- Where shall we our breakfast take?
27129	The young nymphs all are wedded: Ah, then why do I tarry?
27129	Then came out the dusty mouse:"I am Lady of this house: Hast thou any mind of me?"
27129	Then, sweet, let us embrace and kiss: Shall beauty shale[16] upon the ground?
27129	There is a look of him about this song, not unlike the lines to Cynthia; and what mistress but Majesty should appoint his place of retirement?
27129	Think you to escape me now With slipp''ry words beguiling?
27129	Think''st thou to seduce me then with words that have no meaning?
27129	Think''st thou, Kate, to put me down With a''No''or with a frown?
27129	This is my choice: for why?
27129	Thus saith my Galatea: Love long hath been deluded, When shall it be concluded?
27129	Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast?
27129	Wha is''t that sits next the wa'', But Lady Mouse, baith jimp and sma''?
27129	What dost thou serve?
27129	What hast thou left wherewith to move my mind, What life to quicken dead desire?
27129	What heart can not a modest beauty move?
27129	What is her name who bears thy heart Within her breast?
27129	What is our life?
27129	What is''t that sits next the bride, But the sola puddy wi''his yellow side?
27129	What search hath found a being, where I am not, if that thou be there?
27129	What shall I do?
27129	What then is love, sings Corydon, Since Phyllida is grown so coy?
27129	What?
27129	When did I err in blindness?
27129	When he came to the merry mill- pin,--"Lady Mouse, been you within?"
27129	When, when is''t, brother?
27129	Wherefore did she thus inflame My desires heat my blood, Instantly to quench the same And starve whom she had given food?
27129	Whither so fast?
27129	Who be they?
27129	Who can tell what thief or foe, In the covert of the night, For his prey will work my woe, Or through wicked foul despite?
27129	Who seeing clear day once will dream of night?
27129	Who would have thought of such a change?
27129	Why are you Ladies staying, And your Lords gone a- maying?
27129	Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth, Without a tomb or grave?
27129	Why should not she Still joy to reign in me?
27129	Why suffers my content?
27129	Yet what is love, I pray thee say?
27129	You woods, in whom dear lovers oft have talked, How do you now a place of mourning prove?
27129	_ Gillian._ For me?
27129	a play of passion: Our mirth?
27129	dancing, brother Abram, dancing?
27129	happy he, who not affecting( Wilbye) Have I found her?
27129	if you can tell, Where doth Human Pity dwell?
27129	my dear, why weep ye?
27129	then why sleep ye?
27129	thus''reave me Of my heart and so leave me?
27129	where, brother, where?
27129	which way they list?
27129	who comes here with bag- piping and drumming?
27129	why do you sleep When lovers wanton sports do keep?
27129	{ deinos Erôs, deinos; ti de to pleon, ên palin eipô, kai palin, oimôzôn pollaki, deinos Erôs?}
40048	Have you heard the news, sir?
40048	''Aw''s teufish,''says aw,''canny man, how are ye?''
40048	( Thus the maid her words address''d,) And with solitude around you, Can my Henry here be bless''d?
40048	Ah, wey, noo!--hev aw ti give ower singin''for ye?
40048	An''where hest te been, maw bonny bairn?
40048	And if to walk ye''d not afford, Whe wad strap ye on a board?
40048	And now since the Custom House we thus have got translated, Why longer should the_ County Courts_ Newcastle proudly grace?
40048	And trump wors,& c. How wad we grieve to see, Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor, The grass grow on the Kee, Mr. Mayor?
40048	Assa, Jin-- hae ye seen owt o''wor Jocker doon the Kee, there?
40048	Aw hardly kend what for to say; But says aw, Div ye fin owse the warse?
40048	Aw studdies awhile, then says aw,''Are ye Deeth, Come here for to wise oot a poor fellow''s breeth?''
40048	Aw thowt ye some''Squire makin''fun, man,-- There''s Armstrang, as trig as a Peer, But how''s my awd friend, Bobby Nunn, man?
40048	Aw''ll lay thou my wallet thou''ll not guess his nyem;''--''Is''t the Ghost of au''d Lizzie?''
40048	Aw''ve fretted sair about ye-- Aw thought that ye''d fa''n in the Tyne, Then what wad aw duen without ye?
40048	But honest Tommy C-- r. And when fou, wi''cronies dear, Ye''d sally out to Filly Fair, Whe was sure to meet ye there?
40048	But honest Tommy C-- r. Whe wad never tyek yor word?
40048	But is this true, aw pray, Mister Mayor, Mister Mayor?
40048	But is this true, aw pray, Mister Mayor?
40048	But we a''hae wor likens, what for should n''t Tim?
40048	Derry down,& c. Aw met wor Pee Dee when aw gat tiv the jail, He says,''Let''s intiv the chorch, can ye clim o''er the rail?
40048	Derry down,& c. Aw says tiv a man, says aw,''Sor, if ye please, Can ye tell us whe''s deed?''
40048	Did he think aw''d be content wi''the dirtiest?
40048	Did our bells for this ring sae merry?
40048	Fal de ral,& c.''Wey, whe dis thou think he s been myekin this gam?
40048	Fol de rol,& c. The little Pee- dee jump''d about on the deck, And the Skipper roar''d out he wad sure smash his neck;"What for?"
40048	For aw maun be at Sheels now this tide-- Now pray be as sharp as ye can, For wor keel she is at the Keyside;-- Au''d man, are ye deef?''
40048	For fiddling tee, now whe is there wor Blind Willie can beat?
40048	For this our ships swagger''d sae proud?
40048	Good people, listen while I sing The source from whence your comforts spring, And may each wind that blows still bring Success unto the Coal Trade?
40048	Hae ye seen my Jocker, Hae ye seen my Jocker, Hae ye''seen my Jocker Comin''up the Kee?
40048	He sits in his keel, as black as the Deil, And he brings the white money to me, O. Ha''ye seen owt o''maw canny man, An''are ye sure he''s weel, O?
40048	He sits in his keel, as black as the Deil, And he brings the white money to me, O. Hae ye seen owt o''maw canny man, And are ye sure he''s weel, O?
40048	He stares i''maw fyece, and says,''How d''ye de?''
40048	He''ll tell them,& c. If the Sheels folk get the day, Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor, Ah what will Eldon say, Mr. Mayor?
40048	Here Nanny, modest, mild, and shy, Took Neddy gently by the sleeve;"Aw just luik''d in as aw went by-- Is it not, thinks te, time to leave?"
40048	Hez he brak frae the jail, now?''
40048	If that should fail, what would ensue?
40048	If you do not you''ll hip me, my sweetheart will slip me, And if I should smart for''t, and break my brave heart for''t, Are you not to blame?
40048	If_ Blackett- Street_ they''d level, Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor, Or with_ Bond- Street_[3] play the devil, Who would care?
40048	Is Captain Starkey dead?
40048	Is this the land, he would reply, That teaches Christianity?
40048	It''s ha''e ye seen how crouse and gay The lads and lasses bent their way, To see the horses act the play, At fam''d Newcastle Theatre?
40048	It''s hae ye heard the ill that''s duen?
40048	Merry shall we be to- day: What is life devoid of pleasure?
40048	Merry shall we be to- day: What is life devoid of pleasure?
40048	NAN.--The Low Crane, ye clarty fa''--whe are ye myekin''yor gam on?
40048	NAN.--Wey, is he there?
40048	NEWCASTLE FAIR;_ Or, The Pitman drinking Jackey._ Ha''ye been at Newcastle Fair, And did ye see owse o''great Sandy?
40048	Noo, yen of the pollismen placed at the station, With lang Jemmy Archbold had some altercation--"Your ticket, sir, I must now have from you?"
40048	Now, Geordy, what de ye think ov it, my lad?-- Wey, speak-- what''s the maiter-- or ye tyen varry bad?
40048	O Dick, what''s kept ye a''this time?
40048	O Jockey, my friend, mun, how last you this evening?
40048	O is it not The very, very spot Where the County Courts their splendour so massive should display?
40048	O skipper, says aw, mun, wye where are ye gannen?
40048	O where is the boatman?
40048	O where is the boatman?
40048	Of this Edifice bereft, Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor, To the Neighbourhood what''s left?
40048	Oh, hae ye heard the wond''rous news?
40048	Old Nick cried, Is my Uncle here?
40048	Or Hero Dandies fine?
40048	Or extonishment is it that''s sew''d up yor mouth?
40048	Or for dancing whe before Jack Cockson e''er could set their feet?
40048	Or hae ye lost?
40048	Or hae ye seen what mirth and fun, At fam''d Newcassel Races, O?
40048	Or what could ye a''dee without me, When cau''d ice and snaw com aboot ye?
40048	Or who would be a Tyrant''s Guard, Or shield a libertine?
40048	Proofs of a master mind, Talents and taste combin''d, Are they not every where visible-- say?
40048	Right fal de,& c. The balloon, man, says aw, wey aw never heard tell on''t, What kind o''thing is it?
40048	Right fal de,& c. The skipper cam to me, tuik haud o''my hand, man, Says, What do ye think o''this seet that''s been given?
40048	Rum ti iddity,& c. Was''t this made our guns fire sae loud?
40048	Rum ti iddity,& c.''Now pray, sir, will ye bear a hand?
40048	Rum ti iddity,& c.''What''s the matter, my canny good man?''
40048	Rum ti idity,& c. Says aw, to a buck in the street,( You may guess he was drest very fine,)"What''s that thing that''s painted complete?"
40048	Says Walton,''Will ye hear me speak?''
40048	Says aw,"Do ye knaw what they''re for, That they are painted sae smart?"
40048	Says she, Canny man, is te lyem, Or been wading in Tyne, maw hinny?
40048	The bronzed dome, the glitt''ring crown, Torn by an enrag''d people down?
40048	The clergy take the tenth of swine, Potatoes, poultry, corn, and hay-- Why should not gipsies, when they dine, Have a tithe- pig as well as they?
40048	The structure-- but why should we speak of its merit?
40048	The_ Verges_ of the night were rous''d-- demanded why such clatter, sir, What''s all this hound- like noise about?
40048	Then fill your glasses, what''s the toast?
40048	Then why display this make- believe Affection and profusion?
40048	Tho''envious at valour, yet a''look asquint, What heroes in fame e''er surpass''d them?
40048	Till the tide came in,& c. We bows''d away till the break of day, Then ask''d what shot we had to pay?
40048	Wast tu up an''down, seekin for thee hinny?
40048	Wast tu up an''down, seekin for thee lamb?
40048	We''ve the use of our fingers, our tongues, and our eyes, How then are we fetter''d?
40048	What did your wilful waste avail?
40048	What have you been doing to cause such a rout?
40048	What is it crams our wames sae weel With lumps of beef and draughts of ale?
40048	What is it gives us cakes of meal?
40048	What is the pledge that we Hail first, with three times three?
40048	What is, I ask, the toast, Deepest drunk, honour''d most, Drunk most devoutly, most honour''d to- day?
40048	What news, pray, Master Barber?
40048	What swain can gaze without delight On beauty there so fine?
40048	What then avails this pageantry, And useless ostentation?
40048	What would an untaught Heathen said, To see such brutal scenes display''d?
40048	What''s that ti ye?
40048	What''s that to say To the bonny fray We had wi''skipper Robin, O?
40048	Whe before Judge Bayley stood, For sending Watson into quod?-- Whe wad grace a_ frame of Wood_?
40048	Whe was Judge and Jury there?
40048	Whe was sure your sport to marr, And send ye off to Cabbage Square?
40048	Whe''s like my Johnny, Sae leish, sae blithe, sae bonny?
40048	When Bella''s comin''hyem at neet, And as she''s walking doon the street, The bairns cry out, Whe pawn''d the sheet?
40048	When peace, who would be Volunteers?
40048	Where hae ye been?
40048	Where hest te been, maw canny hinny?
40048	Where hest te been, maw canny hinny?
40048	Where''s the bold tars that so well grace their station?
40048	Where''s the wee shop that once held Jack the Barber?
40048	Where''s there a river so fam''d in the nation?
40048	While their thoughts were thus big, over Newcastle brig The Mail came one day, in a hurry:''What''s the news?''
40048	While thus in fine cue they are seated, Young Cock- fighting Ned, from the Fell,[6] Peep''d in-- his"How d''ye?"
40048	Whilk amang them can mairch, turn, an''wheel sae?
40048	Whilk their guns can wise off half sae weel sae?
40048	Who can deny my dignity, Tho I put little state on, Outshining sham benignity, My canny Mr. Clayton?
40048	Who then wad wish to be a Mayor, Recorder, or Town Clerk, sir?
40048	Why, what''s a''this about, Mister Mayor?
40048	Why, what''s a''this about, Mr. Mayor, Mister Mayor?
40048	Wi''Tommy, says aw, what can be the matter?
40048	Ye shurely are mistaken?
40048	Your fountains running wine and ale?
40048	Your plawd is aw dirt, and your teeth in a chatter; Has your colleagues in office been using a broom, And_ sooping the dirt all out of the room_?
40048	_ Bold Airchy_ said, And moungin''scratch''d his head--"O can sic waesome news be true?
40048	bliss us a'', Jin, what are ye gettin''intiv a rage about?
40048	dis thou ken Tommy D----n?
40048	have I found you?
40048	he s Newcassel now nae end?
40048	is he gyen?"
40048	is thou myekin fun, Or is this the first keel that thou e''er saw agrun?''
40048	lyucka, noo, at clarty Nan, there!--what''s she singin''at?
40048	man, what''s thou aboot?
40048	march,& c. Where''s Madgie''s troops that so well could shout oysters?
40048	maw pit claes-- dis thou hear?
40048	or hae ye won?
40048	says aw, aw''ve often heard About this mighty Deil, man,-- Shew me the place where he appear''d, For aw''d like to see him weel, man?
40048	says aw, now what''s that?
40048	says he,"pray excuse me-- To ask thee to dance aw myek free?"
40048	says the Pee- dee,"can one not speak a word?"
40048	smash, Skipper, what mun aw dee?''
40048	they would start wi''surprise, I fancy I just hear them saying--"What''s come of the buggy pigsties?"
40048	what are you about?
40048	what argued thy speeches?
40048	what dost thou think?
40048	what mun aw dee?
40048	what shall I do, Tommy C-- rr, Tommy C-- rr?
40048	what''s the matter?
40048	what''s to come on us a''now?
40048	what''s yor news the day, Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor?
40048	what''s yor news the day, Mr. Mayor?
40048	whe are ye calling a clarty fa''?
40048	whe is he?
40048	whe is''t that''s gyen?
40048	when we cam to the toon, What thinks tou we saw there, man?
40048	where are ye gannin?
40048	where hest thou been?
40048	whilk''s my Lord?
40048	wipe them een, sae breet, That mine wi''love did dazzle; When tha''heart''s sad can mine be leet?
19221	But what good came of it at last?
19221	His horsemen hard behind us ride-- Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
19221	Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round lady gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to- day? 19221 Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water?"
19221	O came ye by yon water- side? 19221 O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, Alone and palely loitering?
19221	O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, So haggard and so woe- begone? 19221 Our work,"said I,"was well begun; Then, from thy breast what thought, Beneath so beautiful a sun, So sad a sigh has brought?"
19221	Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?
19221	What''s Yarrow but a river bare That glides the dark hills under? 19221 Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?"
19221	Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? 19221 ''Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die? 19221 ''Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? 19221 --What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume? 19221 --Who listen''d to his voice, obey''d his cry? 19221 82, 88, 92, 93, 96, 109, 110 HEYWOOD, Thomas(---1649?) 19221 And are ye sure he''s weel? 19221 And are ye sure the news is true? 19221 And for that riches where is my deserving? 19221 And is this Yarrow?--This the Stream And thou art dead, as young and fair And wilt thou leave me thus? 19221 And is this-- Yarrow?--This is the Stream Of which my fancy cherish''d So faithfully, a waking dream, An image that hath perish''d? 19221 And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft That wave hot youth to fields of blood? 19221 And what if I enwreathed my own? 19221 And will I hear him speak? 19221 And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? 19221 And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart: And wilt thou leave me thus? 19221 And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among: And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? 19221 And wilt thou leave me thus? 19221 And wilt thou leave me thus? 19221 And wilt thou leave me thus? 19221 Are these your influences, Powers above? 19221 Ariel to Miranda:--Take Art thou pale for weariness Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 19221 Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? 19221 Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexéd? 19221 As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t''other say,Where sall we gang and dine to- day?"
19221	Ay, where are they?
19221	Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May-- If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?
19221	Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle- dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
19221	Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of Best; If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
19221	Being your slave what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire?
19221	Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone?
19221	But as the careworn cheek grows wan, And sorrow''s shafts fly thicker, Ye Stars, that measure life to man, Why seem your courses quicker?
19221	But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure?
19221	But were there ever any Writhed not at passéd joy?
19221	Can Honour''s voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
19221	Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
19221	Can you keep the bee from ranging Or the ringdove''s neck from changing?
19221	Canst drink the waters of the crispéd spring?
19221	County Guy, the hour is nigh All in the Downs the fleet was moor''d All thoughts, all passions, all delights And are ye sure the news is true?
19221	Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?
19221	Did Helen''s breast, though ne''er so soft, Do Greece or Ilium any good?
19221	Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
19221	Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexéd To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
19221	Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?
19221	Ere I was old?
19221	Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy sister dear?
19221	Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast?
19221	Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?
19221	Fond impious man, think''st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench''d the orb of day?
19221	For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see?
19221	For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part?
19221	For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
19221	Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father''s dwelling?
19221	Gem of the crimson- colour''d Even, Companion of retiring day, Why at the closing gates of heaven, Beloved Star, dost thou delay?
19221	Had she a brother?
19221	Had she a sister?
19221	Have ye souls in heaven too, Doubled- lived in regions new?
19221	Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host''s Canary wine?
19221	Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse?
19221	His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in''t As he comes up the stair-- And will I see his face again?
19221	How begot, how nourishéd?
19221	How shall ever one like me Win thee back again?
19221	I catch at them, and then I miss; Was ever darkness like to this?
19221	I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then?
19221	I fondly dream-- Had ye been there-- for what could that have done?
19221	I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What diff''rence?
19221	If it be not, then love doth well denote, Love''s eye is not so true as all men''s: No, How can it?
19221	If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so?
19221	If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature''s holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What Man has made of Man?
19221	In spots like these it is we prize Our memory, feel that she hath eyes: Then why should I be loth to stir?
19221	Is the sable warrior fled?
19221	Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant?
19221	Is this a time to think o''wark?
19221	Is this that firm decree which all doth bind?
19221	Is this the justice which on Earth we find?
19221	Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair?
19221	Is thy love a plant Why, Damon, with the forward day Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
19221	It may be strange-- yet who would change Time''s course to lower speeding, When one by one our friends have gone And left our bosoms bleeding?
19221	Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home?
19221	Love, faithful love recall''d thee to my mind-- But how could I forget thee?
19221	Marti''mas wind, when wilt thou blaw And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
19221	My heart it said nay; I look''d for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; His ship it was a wrack-- Why didna Jamie dee?
19221	O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace Wha for thy sake wad gladly dee?
19221	O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
19221	O gentle Death, when wilt thou come?
19221	O how can love''s eye be true, That is so vex''d with watching and with tears?
19221	O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o''er the border?
19221	O wherefore should I busk my head?
19221	O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
19221	On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
19221	Or are fruits of Paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of Venison?
19221	Or came you by yon meadow green, Or saw you my sweet Willie?"
19221	Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee?
19221	Or her merit''s value known Make me quite forget my own?
19221	Or if the grave be now thy bed, Why am I ignorant of the same That I may rest; and neither blame Nor sorrow may attend thy name?
19221	Or make one mourner weep the less?
19221	Or my cheeks make pale with care''Cause another''s rosy are?
19221	Or start, ye demons of the midnight air, At shrieks and thunders louder than your own?
19221	Or that thy sense shall ever meet The bean- flower''s deep- embosom''d sweet Exhaling with an evening blast?
19221	Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
19221	Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
19221	Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
19221	Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?
19221	Or why do I live to cry, Wae''s me?
19221	Or why should pride humility make thrall, And injuries the innocent oppress?
19221	Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far- off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to- day?
19221	Pou''d you the rose or lily?
19221	Prythee, why so mute?
19221	Prythee, why so mute?
19221	Prythee, why so pale?
19221	Prythee, why so pale?
19221	Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?
19221	Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse?
19221	Say, heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God?
19221	Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness Shall I compare thee to a summer''s day?
19221	Shall I compare thee to a summer''s day?
19221	Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman''s fair?
19221	Shall Time''s best jewel from Time''s chest lie hid?
19221	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
19221	Shall my foolish heart be pined''Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposéd nature Joinéd with a lovely feature?
19221	Shall we say, that Nature blind Check''d her hand, and changed her mind Just when she had exactly wrought A finish''d pattern without fault?
19221	Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge?
19221	Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
19221	Souls of Poets dead and gone What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
19221	Souls of poets dead and gone What Elysium have ye known-- Happy field or mossy cavern-- Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
19221	Swimm''st thou in wealth, yet sink''st in thine own tears?
19221	Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head?
19221	The captive linnet which enthral?
19221	The lark, his lay who trill''d all day, Sits hush''d his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, But where is County Guy?
19221	The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o''er earth and sky, And high and low the influence know-- But where is County Guy?
19221	The swarm that in thy noon- tide beam were born?
19221	They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o''er me-- Why wert thou so dear?
19221	This scrap of land he from the heath Enclosed when he was stronger; But what avails the land to them Which he can till no longer?
19221	Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me?
19221	Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy- eyed, Murmur''d like a noon- tide bee Shall I nestle near thy side?
19221	Time and chance are but a tide, Slighted love is sair to bide; Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie dee?
19221	Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
19221	Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera''s hair?
19221	What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled?
19221	What cat''s averse to fish?
19221	What do thy noontide walks avail, To clear the leaf, and pick the snail, Then wantonly to death decree An insect usefuller than thee?
19221	What field of all the civil war Where his were not the deepest scar?
19221	What fields, or waves, or mountains?
19221	What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful?
19221	What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle''s speed Or urge the flying ball?
19221	What is love?
19221	What love of thine own kind?
19221	What need they?
19221	What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?
19221	What passion can not Music raise and quell?
19221	What passion can not Music raise and quell?
19221	What recks it them?
19221	What shapes of sky or plain?
19221	What strange disguise hast now put on To make believe that thou art gone?
19221	What strings symphonious tremble in the air, What strains of vocal transport round her play?
19221	What thou art we know not; What is most like thee?
19221	What, were ye born to be An hour or half''s delight; And so to bid good- night?
19221	When joys have lost their bloom and breath And life itself is vapid, Why, as we reach the Falls of Death, Feel we its tide more rapid?
19221	When lovely woman stoops to folly And finds too late that men betray,-- What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away?
19221	Where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face?
19221	Where are the songs of Spring?
19221	Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
19221	Where is thy native simple heart Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art?
19221	Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden''s breast Parted for ever?
19221	Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who would win maiden''s breast, Ruin, and leave her?
19221	Where was it that the famous Flower Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding?
19221	Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o''er the head of your loved Lycidas?
19221	Where''s the eye, however blue, Doth not weary?
19221	Where''s the face One would meet in every place?
19221	Where''s the maid Whose lip mature is ever new?
19221	Where''s the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft?
19221	Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night?
19221	Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store?
19221	Who was her father?
19221	Who was her mother?
19221	Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
19221	Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
19221	Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
19221	Why then should I seek further store, And still make love anew?
19221	Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
19221	Why weep ye by the tide?
19221	Why, goddess, why, to us denied, Lay''st thou thy ancient lyre aside?
19221	Will no one tell me what she sings?
19221	Will, if looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
19221	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t?
19221	Ye jades, lay by your wheel; Is this the time to spin a thread, When Colin''s at the door?
19221	Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest, What life is best?
19221	You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night?
19221	and what art thou?
19221	become of me?
19221	by any stealth: So do not let me wear to- night away: Without Thee what is all the morning''s wealth?
19221	canst thou expect to see The downy peach make court to thee?
19221	has she done this to thee?
19221	if a Providence doth sway this all, Why should best minds groan under most distress?
19221	is this thy body''s end?
19221	let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use: Where''s the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gazed at?
19221	list ye there To many a deep and dying groan?
19221	shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering Voice?
19221	so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling-- And am I then forgot-- forgot?
19221	to Whom?
19221	we know that tears are vain, That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain?
19221	what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ''s praise?
19221	what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd''s trade And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
19221	what eyes hath love put in my head O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
19221	what ignorance of pain?
19221	what solemn scenes on Snowdon''s height Descending slow, their glittering skirts unroll?
19221	where shall I my true- love find?
19221	who bewailest The frailty of all things here, Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
19221	why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies?
19221	why should we undo it?
22223	Is it he?
22223	Say quick,quoth he,"I bid thee say-- What manner of man art thou?"
22223	''Ah, sweet Sir Charles, why wilt thou go Without thy loving wife?
22223	''And art thou dead, thou much lov''d youth, And didst thou die for me?
22223	''And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o''er?
22223	''And has he left his birds and flowers, And must I call in vain?
22223	''And how should I know your true- love From many another one?''
22223	''And shall I now, for fear of death, Look wan and be dismayed?
22223	''And what penance will ye drie for that?
22223	''And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
22223	''And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
22223	''And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
22223	''And where are they?
22223	''And will he never come again?
22223	''And wilt thou forsake thy pinder his craft, And live in the green wood with me?''
22223	''Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate?
22223	''Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?''
22223	''Before I saw the lightsome sun, This was appointed me; Shall mortal man repine or grudge What God ordains to be?
22223	''But many a trusty friend have I, And why should I feel dole or care?
22223	''But what good came of it at last?''
22223	''By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp''st thou me?
22223	''Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die?
22223	''From better habitations spurned, Reluctant dost thou rove?
22223	''Hast thou either meat or drink,''said Robin Hood,''For my merry men and me?''
22223	''His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?''
22223	''How can I speak, how dare I speak, How can I speak to thee?
22223	''How did I know that every dart That cut the airy way, Might not find passage to my heart, And close mine eyes for aye?
22223	''How many are you, then,''said I,''If they two are in heaven?''
22223	''How many?
22223	''How oft in battle have I stood, When thousands died around; When smoking streams of crimson blood Imbrued the fattened ground?
22223	''I have a spouse, go ask of her If I defiled her bed?
22223	''In Lent, and on the holy eve, From flesh I did refrain; Why should I then appear dismayed To leave this world of pain?
22223	''Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way?
22223	''My gentle lad, what is''t you read-- Romance or fairy fable?
22223	''Nay now, what faith?''
22223	''Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?''
22223	''Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?''
22223	''O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out at this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea?''
22223	''Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been?
22223	''Our joys as winged dreams do fly, Why then should sorrow last?
22223	''Say why, my friend, thy honest soul Runs over at thine eye; Is it for my most welcome doom That thou dost child- like cry?''
22223	''Say, were ye tired of godly peace, And godly Henry''s reign, That you did chop your easy days For those of blood and pain?
22223	''Show me,''said he, whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here?
22223	''Speak boldly, man,''said brave Sir Charles''What says the traitor- king?''
22223	''Sweet Florence, why these briny tears?
22223	''Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?''
22223	''WHY does your brand so drop with blood?
22223	''We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles, Of that I''m not afraid; What boots to live a little space?
22223	''Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?''
22223	''Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green?
22223	''Will you come home, my dear?''
22223	''You drank of the Well I warrant betimes?''
22223	''You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be?''
22223	Ae stride or twa took the silly auld carle, An''a gude lang stride took he:''I trow thou to be a feck auld carle, Will ye shaw the way to me?''
22223	And are those follies going?
22223	And are ye sure he''s weel?
22223	And art thou dead, thou gentle youth And art thou dead and gone; And didst thou die for love of me?
22223	And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing?
22223	And is that Woman all her crew?
22223	And warn from fight?
22223	And was she nae very weel off, That was woo''d, and married, and a''?
22223	And what do you carry there?''
22223	And what penance will ye drie for that?
22223	And what shoulder, and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
22223	And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
22223	And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
22223	And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
22223	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand form''d thy dread feet?
22223	And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all?
22223	And why daur ye nae mair weel be seen Pu''ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow?
22223	And why does thy nose look so blue?
22223	And why so sad go ye, O?''
22223	And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow?
22223	And will I hear him speak?
22223	And will I see his face again?
22223	And will he not come again?
22223	And will he not come again?
22223	And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again?
22223	And, to make sport, I puff and snort: And out the candles I do blow: The maids I kiss, They shriek-- Who''s this?
22223	Are Erin''s sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold?''
22223	Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?"
22223	Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex''d?
22223	Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
22223	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
22223	Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow''ry meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?
22223	Be she meeker, kinder than Turtle- dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
22223	Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
22223	Bright jewels of the mine?
22223	But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
22223	But who the expected husband husband is?
22223	But why do I talk of Death?
22223	But wot you what?
22223	But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why?
22223	CALLER HERRIN''WHA''LL buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot and russet gown?
22223	Can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew?
22223	Canst drink the waters of the crisped spring?
22223	Canst hear,''said one,''the breakers roar?
22223	Did God smile his work to see?
22223	Did He who made the lamb make thee?
22223	Did I not warn thee, not to, not to luve?
22223	Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex''d To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
22223	EDWARD GRAY SWEET Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way,''And have you lost your heart?''
22223	Edward?
22223	Flows Yarrow sweet?
22223	Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam''s joy?
22223	For can it be a_ ship_ that comes onward without wind or tide?]
22223	For why?
22223	For why?
22223	From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look''st thou so?''
22223	Gin a body meet a body Comin''thro''the glen, Gin a body kiss a body Need the warld ken?
22223	Gin a body meet a body-- Comin''thro''the rye; Gin a body kiss a body-- Need a body cry?
22223	He call''d aloud--''Say, father, say If yet my task is done?''
22223	His rising cares the hermit spied, With answering care opprest:''And whence, unhappy youth,''he cried,''The sorrows of thy breast?
22223	How can I busk a bonny bonny bride?
22223	How can I busk a winsome marrow?
22223	How could I look upon the day?
22223	How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
22223	How luve him on the banks of Tweed, That slew my luve on the Braes of Yarrow?
22223	I can not play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee-- Where is my brother gone?
22223	I hear you say, farewell: Nay, nay, We depart not so soon, Why say ye so?
22223	I wad do-- what wad I not?
22223	In there came old Alice the nurse, Said, Who was this that went from thee?''
22223	In what clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad?
22223	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the ardour of thine eyes?
22223	Is DEATH that woman''s mate?"
22223	Is she kind as she is fair?
22223	Is that a DEATH?
22223	Is this a time to think o''wark, When Colin''s at the door?
22223	Is this a time to think o''wark?
22223	Is this mine own countree?
22223	Is this the hill?
22223	Joys as winged dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt, Never to be forgot, Or known to no men?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt, Where English slew and hurt All their French foemen?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt?
22223	Know ye not Agincourt?
22223	LASSIE WI''THE LINT- WHITE LOCKS LASSIE wi''the lint- white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi''me tent the flocks?
22223	Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to- day?
22223	Let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber?
22223	Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree?
22223	Mistress Jean she was makin''the elder- flow''r wine;''An''what brings the Laird at sic a like time?''
22223	My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray; What then?
22223	My labour never flags; And what are its wages?
22223	My luver''s blood is on thy spear How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?
22223	Nay, but credit I''ve none, And my money''s all gone; Then say how may that come to pass?
22223	Never again shall my brothers embrace me?
22223	No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck''d with jewels rare,-- Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
22223	Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a''is young and sweet like thee; O wilt thou share its joys wi''me, And say thou''lt be my dearie O?
22223	O NANNY, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town?
22223	O Nanny, canst thou love so true, Through perils keen with me to go, Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe?
22223	O Nanny, when thou''rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
22223	O fickle Fortune, Why this cruel sporting?
22223	O wha''s like my Johnny, Sae leith, sae blythe, sae bonny?
22223	O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft And go to the green wood with me?
22223	O young lord- lover, what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine?
22223	ONE IN TEN WAS this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
22223	OPHELIA''S SONG How should I your true love know From another one?
22223	Of what is''t fools make such vain keeping?
22223	Oh where, and oh where, does your Highland laddie dwell?
22223	Oh, can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
22223	Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?
22223	On what wings dare he aspire-- What the hand dare seize the fire?
22223	On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
22223	Or a well- disposed nature Joinèd with a lovely feature?
22223	Or at the casement seen her stand?
22223	Or brought a kiss From that sweet heart to this?
22223	Or grieve for friendship unreturned, Or unregarded love?
22223	Or her well- deservings, known, Make me quite forget my own?
22223	Or is it some historic page Of kings and crowns unstable?''
22223	Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
22223	Or make pale my cheeks with care''Cause another''s rosy are?
22223	Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?
22223	Or wha wad choose a crown, Wi''its pearls and its fame, And miss his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame?
22223	Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
22223	Out spake the bride''s mither: What deil needs a''this pride?
22223	Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name,_ The Lady of Shalott._ Who is this?
22223	Prithee, why so mute?
22223	Prithee, why so mute?
22223	Prithee, why so pale?
22223	Prithee, why so pale?
22223	SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
22223	SONG TELL me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head How begot, how nourishèd?
22223	SWEET AND TWENTY O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming?
22223	SYLVIA WHO is Sylvia?
22223	Said Lady Clare, that ye speak so wild?''
22223	Say, canst thou face the parching ray, Nor shrink before the wintry wind?
22223	Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse''s care Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
22223	Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die?
22223	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
22223	Should my heart be griev''d or pin''d''Cause I see a woman kind?
22223	Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?''
22223	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
22223	So haggard and so woe- begone?
22223	Speak, whimp''ring younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby?
22223	Suppose, oh, suppose that your Highland lad should die?
22223	Swimm''st thou in wealth, yet sink''st in thine own tears?
22223	THE BLUE BELL OF SCOTLAND OH where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone?
22223	THE TIGER TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
22223	TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do you fall so fast?
22223	TO PRIMROSES, FILLED WITH MORNING DEW WHY do ye weep, sweet babes?
22223	Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among your crew?''
22223	That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer?''
22223	The Queen was then at Tilbury, What could we more desire a?
22223	The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:''What news?
22223	The first o''them was clad in yellow:''O fair May, will ye be my marrow?''
22223	The niest o''them was clad i''ried: O fair May, will ye be my bride?''
22223	The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight, Where are those dreamers now?
22223	The thrid o''them was clad i''green: He said,''O fair May, will ye be my queen?''
22223	The wealth of seas?
22223	Then came out the dusty mouse, I am lady of this house; Hast thou any mind of me?
22223	Then since all nature joins In this love without alloy, O''wha wad prove a traitor To nature''s dearest joy?
22223	Then wherefore, in these merry days, Should we, I pray, be duller?
22223	There came a burst of thunder sound-- The boy-- oh, where was he?
22223	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
22223	They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o''er me Why wert thou so dear?
22223	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''; Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
22223	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
22223	Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak, And then the tears run down my cheek, Oriana: What wantest thou?
22223	Though other''s purses be more fat, Why should we pine or grieve at that?
22223	Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign; And shall we never, never part, My life-- my all that''s mine?
22223	WE ARE SEVEN A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
22223	WHY SO PALE AND WAN?
22223	WHY so pale and wan, fond lover?
22223	We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles;''What boots it how or when?
22223	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
22223	Wha for Scotland''s King and Law Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Free- man stand, or free- man fa''?
22223	Wha ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha sae base as be a slave?
22223	Wha will be a traitor knave?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
22223	What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue me?
22223	What is love?
22223	What is the Ocean doing?"
22223	What shall we have to our supper?
22223	What socours could ye find?
22223	What sought they thus afar?
22223	What the hammer, what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain?
22223	What''s yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?
22223	What''s yonder floats?
22223	When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated?
22223	When he came to the merry mill pin, Lady Mouse beene you within?
22223	When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
22223	When will the dancers leave her alone?
22223	When ye were sleepin''on your pillows, Dreamed ye aught o''our puir fellows, Darkling as they faced the billows, A''to fill the woven willows?
22223	Where English cloth- yard arrows Killed the French like tame sparrows, Slain by our Bowmen?
22223	Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?"
22223	Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride?
22223	Where gat ye that winsome marrow?
22223	Where is my cabin- door, fast by the wild wood?
22223	Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?
22223	Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him?
22223	Who shall this marriage make?
22223	Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?''
22223	Why does she weep, thy bonny bonny bride?
22223	Why does she weep, thy winsome marrow?
22223	Why does your brand so drop with blood?
22223	Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow?
22223	Why rins thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid?
22223	Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
22223	Why should ye ought?
22223	Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
22223	Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
22223	Will he ne''er come again?
22223	Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
22223	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t?
22223	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
22223	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
22223	With their pikes and bills brown, How the French were beat down, Shot by our Bowmen?
22223	_ ALLAN CUNNINGHAM_ THE YOUNG MAXWELL''WHERE gang ye, thou silly auld carle?
22223	_ First Voice_"But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?"
22223	_ GEORGE WITHER_ SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman''s fair?
22223	_ JOHN KEATS_ LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI''O WHAT can ail thee, knight- at- arms, Alone and palely loitering?
22223	_ THOMAS DEKKER_ CONTENT ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
22223	_ THOMAS HOLCROFT_ GAFFER GRAY HO, why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray?
22223	_ THOMAS PERCY_ NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?
22223	_ WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE_ THERE''S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE BUT are ye sure the news is true?
22223	and are there two?
22223	and what is here?
22223	did ye weep for its fall?
22223	graceless wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyself to penurie?
22223	he said, Oh will you come home, my honey?
22223	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden''s hair, Above the nets at sea?''
22223	is this indeed The lighthouse top I see?
22223	is this the kirk?
22223	long abandoned by pleasure, Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure?
22223	must I stay?''
22223	quoth one,"is this the man?
22223	she said; And are you married yet, Edward Gray?''
22223	speak again, Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast?
22223	this traitor vile Has scorned my power and me; How canst thou, then, for such a man Entreat my clemency?''
22223	were ye born to be An hour or half''s delight, And so to bid good- night?
22223	what ghastly spectre''s yon Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after?
22223	what have you done?
22223	what is she Why does your brand so drop with blood Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
22223	what is she, That all our swains commend her?
22223	what news?
22223	when wilt thou come?
22223	wherefore should I busk my head?
22223	whither will ye go?
22223	whom dost thou seek, Oriana?
22223	wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace-- where no perils can chase me?
22223	your tidings tell-- Tell me you must and shall Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?''
41298	Is it he?
41298	Say quick,quoth he,"I bid thee say-- What manner of man art thou?"
41298	''Ah, sweet Sir Charles, why wilt thou go Without thy loving wife?
41298	''And art thou dead, thou gentle youth And art thou dead and gone; And didst thou die for love of me?
41298	''And art thou dead, thou much lov''d youth, And didst thou die for me?
41298	''And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o''er?
41298	''And has he left his birds and flowers, And must I call in vain?
41298	''And how should I know your true- love From many another one?''
41298	''And shall I now, for fear of death, Look wan and be dismayed?
41298	''And what penance will ye drie for that?
41298	''And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
41298	''And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
41298	''And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
41298	''And where are they?
41298	''And will he never come again?
41298	''And wilt thou forsake thy pinder his craft, And live in the green wood with me?''
41298	''Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?''
41298	''Before I saw the lightsome sun, This was appointed me; Shall mortal man repine or grudge What God ordains to be?
41298	''But what good came of it at last?''
41298	''But why do I talk of Death?
41298	''By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp''st thou me?
41298	''Canst hear,''said one,''the breakers roar?
41298	''Cause her fortune seems too high, Shall I play the fool and die?
41298	''From better habitations spurned, Reluctant dost thou rove?
41298	''Hast thou either meat or drink,''said Robin Hood,''For my merry men and me?''
41298	''His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?''
41298	''How can I speak, how dare I speak, How can I speak to thee?
41298	''How did I know that every dart That cut the airy way, Might not find passage to my heart, And close mine eyes for aye?
41298	''How many are you, then,''said I,''If they two are in heaven?''
41298	''How many?
41298	''How oft in battle have I stood, When thousands died around; When smoking streams of crimson blood Imbrued the fattened ground?
41298	''I have a spouse, go ask of her If I defiled her bed?
41298	''In Lent, and on the holy eve, From flesh I did refrain; Why should I then appear dismayed To leave this world of pain?
41298	''Lady, dost thou not fear to stray, So lone and lovely, through this bleak way?
41298	''Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; Why cross the gloomy firth to- day?
41298	''My gentle lad, what is''t you read-- Romance or fairy fable?
41298	''Nay now, what faith?''
41298	''Nay, but credit I''ve none, And my money''s all gone; Then say how may that come to pass?
41298	''Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?''
41298	''Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?''
41298	''O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o''me, To send us out at this time o''the year, To sail upon the sea?''
41298	''O wilt thou forsake the pinder his craft And go to the green wood with me?
41298	''Or has thy good woman, if one thou hast, Ever here in Cornwall been?
41298	''Our joys as wingèd dreams do fly, Why then should sorrow last?
41298	''Say why, my friend, thy honest soul Runs over at thine eye; Is it for my most welcome doom That thou dost child- like cry?''
41298	''Say, were ye tired of godly peace, And godly Henry''s reign, That you did chop your easy days For those of blood and pain?
41298	''Show me,''said he,''whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here?
41298	''Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?''
41298	''Speak boldly, man,''said brave Sir Charles,''What says the traitor- king?''
41298	''Sweet Florence, why these briny tears?
41298	''Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?''
41298	''Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign; And shall we never, never part, My life-- my all that''s mine?
41298	''We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles;''Of that I''m not afraid; What boots to live a little space?
41298	''We all must die,''said brave Sir Charles;''What boots it how or when?
41298	''Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?''
41298	''Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green?
41298	''Will you come home, my dear?''
41298	''You drank of the Well I warrant betimes?''
41298	''You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be?''
41298	Ae stride or twa took the silly auld carle, An''a gude lang stride took he:''I trow thou to be a feck auld carle, Will ye shaw the way to me?''
41298	And are those follies going?
41298	And are ye sure he''s weel?
41298	And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing?
41298	And is that Woman all her crew?
41298	And warn from fight?
41298	And was she nae very weel off, That was woo''d, and married, and a''?
41298	And what do you carry there?''
41298	And what penance will ye drie for that?
41298	And what shoulder, and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
41298	And what will you do with your towers and your hall?
41298	And what will you leave to your bairns and your wife?
41298	And what will you leave to your own mother dear?
41298	And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand form''d thy dread feet?
41298	And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all?
41298	And why daur ye nae mair weel be seen Pu''ing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow?
41298	And why does thy nose look so blue?
41298	And why so sad go ye, O?''
41298	And why yon melancholious weids Hung on the bonny birks of Yarrow?
41298	And will I hear him speak?
41298	And will I see his face again?
41298	And will he not come again?
41298	And will he not come again?
41298	And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again?
41298	And, to make sport, I puff and snort: And out the candles I do blow: The maids I kiss, They shriek-- Who''s this?
41298	Are Erin''s sons so good or so cold, As not to be tempted by woman or gold?''
41298	Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate?
41298	Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?
41298	Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex''d?
41298	Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
41298	Away went Gilpin-- who but he?
41298	Be she fairer than the day, Or the flow''ry meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?
41298	Be she meeker, kinder than Turtle- dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
41298	Be she with that goodness blest Which may gain her name of best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be?
41298	Bright jewels of the mine?
41298	But many a trusty friend have I, And why should I feel dole or care?
41298	But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
41298	But who the expected husband husband is?
41298	But wot you what?
41298	But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why?
41298	CALLER HERRIN''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	CONTENT THOMAS DEKKER Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
41298	Can silent glens have charms for thee,-- The lowly cot and russet gown?
41298	Can tears Speak grief in you, Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew?
41298	Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring?
41298	Did God smile his work to see?
41298	Did He who made the lamb make thee?
41298	Did I not warn thee, not to, not to luve?
41298	Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex''d To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
41298	EDWARD GRAY Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way,''And have you lost your heart?''
41298	Flows Yarrow sweet?
41298	Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam''s joy?
41298	For can it be a_ ship_ that comes onward without wind or tide?]
41298	For why?
41298	For why?
41298	From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look''st thou so?''
41298	GAFFER GRAY THOMAS HOLCROFT Ho, why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Gray?
41298	Gin a body meet a body Comin''thro''the glen, Gin a body kiss a body-- Need the warld ken?
41298	Gin a body meet a body-- Comin''thro''the rye; Gin a body kiss a body-- Need a body cry?
41298	He call''d aloud--''Say, father, say If yet my task is done?''
41298	His rising cares the hermit spied, With answering care opprest:''And whence, unhappy youth,''he cried,''The sorrows of thy breast?
41298	How begot, how nourished?
41298	How can I busk a bonny bonny bride?
41298	How can I busk a winsome marrow?
41298	How could I look upon the day?
41298	How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
41298	How luve him on the banks of Tweed, That slew my luve on the Braes of Yarrow?
41298	I can not play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee-- Where is my brother gone?
41298	I hear you say, farewell: Nay, nay, We dèpart not so soon, Why say ye so?
41298	I wad do-- what wad I not?
41298	In there came old Alice the nurse, Said,''Who was this that went from thee?''
41298	In what clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad?
41298	In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the ardour of thine eyes?
41298	Is DEATH that woman''s mate?
41298	Is she kind as she is fair?
41298	Is that a DEATH?
41298	Is this a time to think o''wark, When Colin''s at the door?
41298	Is this a time to think o''wark?
41298	Is this mine own countree?
41298	Is this the hill?
41298	Joys as wingèd dreams fly fast, Why should sadness longer last?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt, Never to be forgot, Or known to no men?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt, Where English slew and hurt All their French foemen?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt?
41298	Know ye not Agincourt?
41298	LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI JOHN KEATS''O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, Alone and palely loitering?
41298	LASSIE WI''THE LINT- WHITE LOCKS Lassie wi''the lint- white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi''me tent the flocks?
41298	Let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber?
41298	Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree?
41298	Mistress Jean she was makin''the elder- flow''r wine;''An''what brings the Laird at sic a like time?''
41298	My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray; What then?
41298	My labour never flags; And what are its wages?
41298	My luver''s blood is on thy spear-- How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?
41298	Never again shall my brothers embrace me?
41298	No longer drest in silken sheen, No longer deck''d with jewels rare,-- Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
41298	Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a''is young and sweet like thee; O wilt thou share its joys wi''me, And say thou''lt be my dearie O?
41298	O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME?
41298	O Nanny, canst thou love so true, Through perils keen with me to go, Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of woe?
41298	O Nanny, when thou''rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
41298	O fickle Fortune, Why this cruel sporting?
41298	O wha''s like my Johnny, Sae leith, sae blythe, sae bonny?
41298	O young lord- lover, what sighs are those, For one that will never be thine?
41298	ONE IN TEN Was this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
41298	OPHELIA''S SONG How should I your true love know From another one?
41298	Of what is''t fools make such vain keeping?
41298	Oh where, and oh where, does your Highland laddie dwell?
41298	Oh, can that soft and gentle mien Extremes of hardship learn to bear, Nor sad, regret each courtly scene, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
41298	Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?
41298	On what wings dare he aspire-- What the hand dare seize the fire?
41298	On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
41298	Or a well- disposèd nature Joinèd with a lovely feature?
41298	Or at the casement seen her stand?
41298	Or brought a kiss From that sweet heart to this?
41298	Or grieve for friendship unreturned, Or unregarded love?
41298	Or her well- deservings, known, Make me quite forget my own?
41298	Or is it some historic page Of kings and crowns unstable?''
41298	Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
41298	Or make pale my cheeks with care''Cause another''s rosy are?
41298	Or that ye have not seen as yet The violet?
41298	Or wha wad choose a crown, Wi''its pearls and its fame, And miss his bonny lassie When the kye comes hame?
41298	Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
41298	Out spake the bride''s mither:''What deil needs a''this pride?
41298	Prithee, why so mute?
41298	Prithee, why so mute?
41298	Prithee, why so pale?
41298	Prithee, why so pale?
41298	SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR GEORGE WITHER Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman''s fair?
41298	SIR DAVID DALRYMPLE''Why does your brand so drop with blood?
41298	SONG Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head?
41298	SWEET AND TWENTY O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
41298	SYLVIA Who is Sylvia?
41298	Said Lady Clare,''that ye speak so wild?''
41298	Say, canst thou face the parching ray, Nor shrink before the wintry wind?
41298	Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse''s care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
41298	Shall I, like a fool, quoth he, For a haughty hizzie die?
41298	Shall a woman''s virtues move Me to perish for her love?
41298	Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min''?
41298	Should my heart be griev''d or pin''d''Cause I see a woman kind?
41298	So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e''er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
41298	So haggard and so woebegone?
41298	Speak, whimp''ring younglings, and make known The reason why Ye droop and weep; Is it for want of sleep, Or childish lullaby?
41298	Suppose, oh, suppose that your Highland lad should die?
41298	Swimm''st thou in wealth, yet sink''st in thine own tears?
41298	THE BLUE BELL OF SCOTLAND Anonymous Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone?
41298	THE TIGER Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forest of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
41298	THE YOUNG MAXWELL ALLAN CUNNINGHAM''Where gang ye, thou silly auld carle?
41298	THERE''S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE But are ye sure the news is true?
41298	THOMAS PERCY O Nanny, wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town?
41298	TO BLOSSOMS Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do you fall so fast?
41298	TO PRIMROSES, FILLED WITH MORNING DEW Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
41298	Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among your crew?''
41298	That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer?''
41298	The Queen was then at Tilbury, What could we more desire a?
41298	The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:''What news?
41298	The first o''them was clad in yellow:''O fair May, will ye be my marrow?''
41298	The niest o''them was clad i''ried: O fair May, will ye be my bride?''
41298	The same fond mother bent at night O''er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight, Where are those dreamers now?
41298	The thrid o''them was clad i''green: He said,''O fair May, will ye be my queen?''
41298	The wealth of seas?
41298	Then came out the dusty mouse, I am lady of this house; Hast thou any mind of me?
41298	Then since all nature joins In this love without alloy, O''wha wad prove a traitor To nature''s dearest joy?
41298	Then wherefore, in these merry days, Should we, I pray, be duller?
41298	There came a burst of thunder sound-- The boy-- oh, where was he?
41298	There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood''s land?
41298	They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o''er me-- Why wert thou so dear?
41298	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''; Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
41298	They''re bonnie fish and halesome farin''Wha''ll buy my caller herrin'', New drawn frae the Forth?
41298	Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be?
41298	Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak, And then the tears run down my cheek, Oriana: What wantest thou?
41298	Though other''s purses be more fat, Why should we pine or grieve at that?
41298	WE ARE SEVEN A simple child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
41298	WHY SO PALE AND WAN?
41298	Wha can fill a coward''s grave?
41298	Wha for Scotland''s King and Law Freedom''s sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or free- man fa''?
41298	Wha sae base as be a slave?
41298	Wha will be a traitor knave?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	Wha''ll buy my caller herrin''?...
41298	What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue me?
41298	What is love?
41298	What is the Ocean doing?"
41298	What shall we have to our supper?
41298	What socours could ye find?
41298	What sought they thus afar?
41298	What the hammer, what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain?
41298	What''s yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?
41298	What''s yonder floats?
41298	When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be entreated?
41298	When he came to the merry mill pin, Lady Mouse beene you within?
41298	When true hearts lie withered And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
41298	When will the dancers leave her alone?
41298	When ye were sleepin''on your pillows, Dreamed ye aught o''our puir fellows, Darkling as they faced the billows, A''to fill the woven willows?
41298	Where English cloth- yard arrows Killed the French like tame sparrows, Slain by our Bowmen?
41298	Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?"
41298	Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride?
41298	Where gat ye that winsome marrow?
41298	Where is my cabin- door, fast by the wild wood?
41298	Where is the mother that looked on my childhood?
41298	Who is this?
41298	Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him?
41298	Who shall this marriage make?
41298	Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?''
41298	Why does she weep, thy bonny bonny bride?
41298	Why does she weep, thy winsome marrow?
41298	Why does your brand so drop with blood?
41298	Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow?
41298	Why rins thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow, reid?
41298	Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
41298	Why should ye ought?
41298	Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
41298	Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
41298	Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying?
41298	Will he ne''er come again?
41298	Will, when looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail?
41298	Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t?
41298	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
41298	Wilt thou be my dearie O?
41298	With their pikes and bills brown, How the French were beat down, Shot by our Bowmen?
41298	_ First Voice_"But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?"
41298	and are there two?
41298	and what is here?
41298	did ye weep for its fall?
41298	graceless wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyself to penurìe?
41298	he said,''Oh will you come home, my honey?
41298	is it weed, or fish, or floating hair-- A tress of golden hair, A drowned maiden''s hair, Above the nets at sea?''
41298	is this indeed The lighthouse top I see?
41298	is this the kirk?
41298	long abandoned by pleasure, Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure?
41298	must I stay?''
41298	quoth one,"is this the man?
41298	she said;''And are you married yet, Edward Gray?''
41298	speak again, Thy soft response renewing-- What makes that ship drive on so fast?
41298	this traitor vile Has scorned my power and me; How canst thou, then, for such a man Entreat my clemency?''
41298	were ye born to be An hour or half''s delight, And so to bid good- night?
41298	what ghastly spectre''s yon Comes, in his pale shroud, bleeding after?
41298	what have you done?
41298	what is she, 81 Why does your brand so drop with blood, 225 Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
41298	what is she, That all our swains commend her?
41298	what news?
41298	when wilt thou come?
41298	wherefore should I busk my head?
41298	whither will ye go?
41298	whom dost thou seek, Oriana?
41298	wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace-- where no perils can chase me?
41298	your tidings tell-- Tell me you must and shall-- Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?''