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THE LADY OF SHALOTT.

SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE

SIR GALAHAD

ST. AGNES' EVE

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A FAREWELL.

'COME NOT WHEN I AM DEAD' 'HAPLESS DOOM OF WOMAN'

'ASK ME NO MORE'

'SWEET AND LOW'

'WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY'

O LET THE SOLID GROUND'

BIRDS IN THE HIGH HALL-GARDEN' 'GO NOT, HAPPY DAY'. 'RIVULET CROSSING MY GROUND'

'COME INTO THE GARDEN, MAUD'

'I HAVE LED HER HOME'
'O THAT 'TWERE POSSIBLE'

'TEARS, IDLE TEARS'

'LATE, LATE, SO LATE'

'TURN, FORTUNE, TURN THY WHEEL'

'IN LOVE, IF LOVE BE LOVE'

'SWEET IS TRUE LOVE'

MARIANA

MARIANA IN THE SOUTH

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MILKMAID'S SONG.

THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER

THE LETTERS

To J. S.

'YOU ASK ME, WHY, THO' ILL AT EASE
'OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS'

'LOVE THOU THY LAND'

THE REVENGE

ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WEL

LINGTON

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE

THE DEFENCE OF LUCKNOW

'BREAK, BREAK, BREAK'

IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ

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THIS TRUTH CAME BORNE WITH BIER AND
PALL'

HEAR THE NOISE ABOUT THY KEEL'
'CALM IS THE MORN WITHOUT A SOUND'
'TEARS OF THE WIDOWER, WHEN HE SEES
'IF ONE SHOULD BRING ME THIS REPORT'
''TIS WELL ; 'TIS SOMETHING; WE MAY STAND'
'THE DANUBE TO THE SEVERN GAVE'
'WITH WEARY STEPS I LOITER ON'
'PEACE; COME AWAY: THE SONG OF WOE'
'IN THOSE SAD WORDS I TOOK FAREWELL'.
'AS SOMETIMES IN A DEAD MAN'S FACE'

HE TASTED LOVE WITH HALF HIS MIND' 'WHEN ROSY PLUMELETS TUFT THE LARCH' 'NOW FADES THE LAST LONG STREAK OF SNOW' 'IS IT, THEN, REGRET FOR BURIED TIME' 'DOORS, WHERE MY HEART WAS USED TO BEAT' 'THERE ROLLS THE DEEP WHERE GREW THE TREE'

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TO THE QUEEN

Revered, beloved-O you that hold
A nobler office upon earth

Than arms, or power of brain, or birth
Could give the warrior kings of old,

Victoria,—since your Royal grace

To one of less desert allows

This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base;

And should your greatness, and the care
That yokes with empire, yield you time
To make demand of modern rhyme
If aught of ancient worth be there;

Then-while a sweeter music wakes,

And thro' wild March the throstle calls,
Where all about your palace-walls
The sun-lit almond-blossom shakes—

Take, Madam, this poor book of song;
For tho' the faults were thick as dust
In vacant chambers, I could trust
Your kindness. May you rule us long,

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