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Stay! traveller, stay! and hear me tell
Stately towers I blissful hours
Still nigh me, O my Saviour stand
Stop, pretty stranger, stop and see
Such little hopes I'd always found
Sweet evening hour! Sweet evening hour!
Sweet infant, when I gaze on thee
Sweet is the early dew
Sweet is the last, the parting ray
Sweet Sabbath of the year
Take a robin's leg
Take ye the world—thus, from his height sublime
Tell me, ye viewless spirits of the air
That autumn leaf is sere and dead
That setting sun—that setting sun
The barber shaves with polished blade
The brakes with golden flowers were crowned
The bud is on the bough, and the leaf is in the bud
The camp may have its fame, the Court its glare
The changing seasons, as they pass o'er earth
The chase is o'er, the hart is slain
The curling waves with awful roar
The day is past and gone
The dreamy night draws nigh
The dust flies fast through the murky air
The flight of years—how soft, how fleet!
The floor is of sand like the mountain drift
The frost looked forth one still clear night
The glorious heaven its golden tinting throws
The good ship Abeona
The grey hill and the purple heath
The Halcyon flew across the stream
The harp of the Poet is silent in death
The judgment was at hand. Before the sun
The lake is at rest, love
The last sand from Time's hour-glass
The leaves are falling from the trees
The lost days of my life until to-day
The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth
The mariners with lightsome heart
The men could hardly keep the deck
The merchant tempts me with his gold
The moon's full splendour on the waveless sea
The morn that ushered thee to life, my child
The night was dark, and drear the heath
The Polar clouds uplift—a moment and no more
The poor man will praise it, so hath he good cause
The portals of the east divide
The promised seed is born, no Ishmael now
The Psalmist cried