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The queen of night shone from her starred domain
The rich are poor, or vainly stored
The scene was more beautiful far to my eye
The sea, the sea, is England's
The ship is by the shore, my love
The skies like a banner in sunset unrolled
The smiling morn may light the sky
The solemn shadow that be'ars in his hands
The sparkling liquor fills the glass
The star of love on evening's brow hath smiled
The sun and season in each thing
The sun went down in beauty, but the eyes
The topsails shiver in the wind
The traveller plods his weary way
The tumult of battle had ceased high in air
The way seems dark about me
The winter has passed with its frowns away
The woods are stripped to the wintry winds
The world's a book writ by the eternal art
The world's a city full of crooked streets
The world at length this truth respects
The world of fairy, wreath, and song
The year is now declining, and the sir
There are fools of pretension and fools of pretence
There are twa bonnie maidens, and three bonnie maidens
There is a flower whose modest eye
There is a land amidst the waves
There is a parting in night's murky veil
There is a stream which issues forth
There is a tongue in every leaf
There is a wood which few dare tread
There is a world we have not seen
There is an hour of heavenly rest
There is an unseen power around
There is folly in all the world
There sat an owl in an old oak tree
There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell
There's nothing here on earth deserves
There's nothing lost. The tiniest flower
Things of high import sound I in thine ear
This cool and fragrant hour of prime
This Indian weed now withered quite
This life is but a game of cards
This little spot is all our lot
This precious emblem well doth represent
Those eternal bowers
Thou art gane awa', thou art gane awa'
Thou art the Way, and he who sighs
Thou coloured winglet, floating in the ray
Thou desolate and dying year
Thou full-blown comely creature
Thou hidden love of God