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Over the river they beckon to me. ...
Over the seas our galleys went. .
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune.
Over the turret, shut in his ironclad tower.
Over the water, and over the sea.....
RoRo Ro Ro Ro RoRo Ro Ro Ro Ro Ru Ru
P Pack, clouds, away, and welcome, day
670 Paddy, in want of a dinner one day
1894 Paddy McCabe was dying one day
1892 Pallid with too much longing
893 Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies
1422 Passing I saw her as she stood beside .
330 “Passion o'me!" cried Sir Richard Tyrone
2655 Past ruined Ilion Helen lives
2008 Peace to the slumberers
2230 Pease-pudding hot .
31 Persicos odi.
3577 Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
29 Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
35 Phillis is my only joy
802 Phillis kept sheep along the Western plains
738 Phillis took a red rose from the tangles of her hair
007 Philosopher, whom dost thou most affect
1847 Phoebus, arise .
1205 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu.
2205 Pious Selinda goes to prayers Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray.
247 Piping down the valleys wild
118 Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes
3114 Play me a march, low-toned and slow-a march for the silent tread 3312 Poets are singing the whole world over
634 Poor lone Hannah .
Poor Lucy Lake was overgrown
Poor Rose! I lift you from the street.
Poor soul, the centre of my sinsul earth.
Pour courir en poste a la ville.
Pour, varlet, pour the water
Preach wisdom unto him, who understands
Prithee tell me, Dimple-Chin
Proud Maisie is in the wood
Proud of you, fond of you, clinging so near to you.
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been
Q Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Quoth Rab to Kate, my sonsy dear. Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife
Rabia, sick upon her bed
Rain on the face of the sea
Rainbow at night
Rarely, rarely comest thou
“Read out the names!” and Burke sat back
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach...
Rectius vives, Licini, neque altum
Remarkable truly, is Art ........
Remember me when I am gone away
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross ,
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“Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot”.
Right on our flank the crimson sun went down.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
Ring the bell
Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose
Rise, Lady Mistress, rise
"Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas," she says
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green ..
Rockaby, lullaby, bees in the clover
Rocked in the cradle of the deep .
Roll on, thou ball, roll on
Room after room..
Room for a Soldier! lay him in the clover .
Rose o' the World, she came to my bed.
Roses, their sharp spines being gone .
Round among the quiet graves.
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
Row gently here
Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears
Sad is our youth, for it is ever going .
Said the Raggedy Man, on a hot afternoon
Said the Wind to the Moon; “I will blow you out"
St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was
St. James's Street, of classic fame
St. Michael's Mount, the tidal isle
St. Patrick was a gentleman .
St. Stephen's cloistered hall was proud
Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught
Sang the sunrise on an amber morn .
Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come
Sargon is dust, Semiramis a clod.
Sarsfield went out the Dutch to rout
Saw ye ne'er a lanely lassie ..
Say, is it day, is it dusk in thy bower
Say not the struggle naught availeth .
Say over again, and yet once over again .
Scar not earth's breast that I may have
Scots who hae wi' Wallace bled
Seamen three! What men be ye
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Seated one day at the Organ .
See a pin and pick it up.
See, children, the Fur-bear-ing Seal
See, from this counterfeit of him
See how the flowers, as at parade
See, see, she wakes! Sabina wakes
See the chariot at hand here of Love.
See with what simplicity.
Send home my long-strayed eyes to me
Serene, I fold my hands and wait .
Set in the stormy Northern sea
Set your face to the sea, fond lover.
Seven white roses on one tree
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day
Shall I (like a hermit) dwell
Shall I tell you whom I love
Shall I, wasting in despair ..
Slay Sleep Sleut Sleer Slas Slæg Sker Shet Sle Sleep Sleep Slow Slos
PAGE Shall we meet no more, my love, at the binding of the sheaves ... 894 Shame upon you, Robir.
707 She can be as wise as we.
544 She died in beauty,-like a rose
3320 She dwelt among the untrodden ways. She has a primrose at her breast
714 “She has beauty, but you must keep your heart cool"
704 She has gone,-she has left us in passion and pride
2423 She has laughed as softly as if she sighed
479 She is a rich and rare land .
2193 She is a winsome wee thing
1174 “She is dead!” they said to him. “Come away
3351 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
1050 She is not fair to outward view .
530 She loved the Autumn, I the Spring .
3164 She made a little shadow-hidden grave She passed away like morning dew
3322 She rose from her untroubled sleep
334 She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight
3181 She sees her image in the glass
836 She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh
017 She stood amidst the April fields.
3495 She stood breast high among the corn
318 She that denies me I would have ..
700 She that I pursue, still flies me,
803 She walks in beauty, like the night
309 She walks, the lady of my delight
377 She wanders in the April woods.
1028 She was a phantom of delight.
366 She was a queen of noble Nature's crowning
367 She was only a woman, famished for loving Shed no tear! O, shed no tear
229 Shemuel, the Bethlehemite .
3350 Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake
2491 She's loveliest of the festal throng . She's somewhere in the sunlight strong.
975 Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more
1758 Should auld acquaintance be forgot.
2897 Short for the mighty men...
2273 Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night
1429 Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
779 Sigh on, sad heart, for love's eclipse
606 Silvery the olives on Ravello's steeps
2512 Silvia, let us from the crowd retire.
592 Simple Simon met a pieman
40 Since, Lord, to Thee
3175 Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part Since we parted yester eve.
619 Sing a song of sixpence .
Sofa Sofa Sola Soh Suo Sos Sus Sus Sot SO, E Soit Soit Soft Soft Saft
'Skeeters am a hummin' on de honeysuckle vine .
Skies to the West are stained with madder
Slayer of winter, art thou here again,
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep! what ails my dear
Sleep, little baby of mine.
Sleep, little Baby, sleep
Sleep, O my darling, sleep
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile,
Sleep, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
Sleep sweetly in your humble graves
Slowly by God's hand unfurled .
Slowly England's sun was setting o'er the hilltops far away
Small traveler from an unseen shore.
Sneeze on a Monday, you sneeze for danger
Snow and stars, the same as ever, ..
So all day long the noise of battle rolled
So fair, so dear, so warm upon my bosom
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn,
So far as our story approaches the end
So here hath been dawning,
So oft as I here beauty do behold
So sang I in the springtime of my years
So sweet a path it is that I ....
So sweet love seemed that April morn
So that soldierly legend is still on its journey
So, we'll go no more a roving .
Soft child of love, thou balmy bliss
Soft, gray buds on the willow
Soft little hands that stray and clutch
Soft on the sunset sky .
Softly, O midnight Hours
Softly woo away her breath
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er
Sole Lord of Lords and very King of Kings
Some asked me where the rubies grew
Some day, some day of days, threading the street
Some find Love late, some find him soon
Some love is light and fleets away
Some must delve when the dawn is nigh
Some reckon their age by years
Some say that kissing's a sin ,
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
Some ten or twenty times a day:
Some winter night, shut snugly in
Some years ago, ere Time and Taste
Something to live for came to the place
Sometime at eve when the tide is low.
Sometime it may be you and I ..
Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned
Somewhat back from the village street
Somewhere beneath the sun
"Somewhere,” he mused, “its dear enchantments wait'
Son of the ocean isle
Song is so old.
Soon as the day begins to waste,
Sorrow has a harp of seven strings
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Southrons, hear your country call you
Southward with fleet of ice.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden
Sparkling and bright in liquid light.
Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest"
Spirit of Twilight, through your folded wings
Spirit that moves the sap in spring .
Spring it is cheery
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant King.
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air
Spruce Macaronis, and pretty to see ..
Squire Adam had two wives, they say
Stabat mater dolorosa
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray
Stand! the ground's your own, my braves
Star that bringest home the bee ..
Stars of the summer night
Stars trembling o'er us and sunset before us
Stately, kindly, lordly friend.
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest .
Stella! since thou so right a Princess art.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Still on the tower stood the vane
Still to be neat, still to be dressed
Stop!--not to me, at this bitter departing
Strange fits of passion have I known.
Streets of the roaring town.
Strew on her roses, roses . .
Such is the death the soldier dies
Such special sweetness was about .
“Summer is coming, summer is coming"
Sunset and evening star ..
Superintindint wuz Flannigan.
Suppose the little cowslip .
Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack
Surprised by joy-impatient as the Wind
Swallow, my sister, ( sister swallow .
Swans sing before they die_-'twere no bad thing
Sweet and low, sweet and low ...
Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet have I known the blossoms of the morning.
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers
Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well ....
Sweet is childhood-childhood's over
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brier
Sweet is the voice that calls .
Sweet lady, let your lids unclose.
Sweet love has twined his fingers in my hair
Sweet Nea!—for your lovely sake
Sweet Robin, I have heard them say
Sweet, serene, sky-like flower
Sweet singer, in the high and holy place.
Sweet sixteen is shy and cold
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Sweet Suffolk owl, so trimly dight
Sweet, sweet, sweet.
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave.
“Sylvia, hush!” I said, “Come here"
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