Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in Arms Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night Come away, come away, death Come live with me and be my Love Crabbed Age and Youth Cupid and my Campaspe play'd Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench Daughter of Jove, relentless power Daughter to that good earl, once President Degenerate Douglas! O the unworthy lord! Diaphenia like the daffadowndilly Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move? Down in yon garden sweet and gay Drink to me only with thine eyes Duncan Gray cam here to woo Earl March look'd on his dying child Earth has not anything to show more fair Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Ethereal Minstrel! Pilgrim of the sky! Ever let the Fancy roam Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing Fear no more the heat o' the sun For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove Forget not yet the tried intent Four Seasons fill the measure of the year From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony From Stirling Castle we had seen Full fathom five thy father lies Gather ye rose-buds while ye may Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even Go fetch to me a pint o' wine Go, lovely Rose! Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Happy the man, whose wish and care Happy those early days, when I He is gone on the mountain He that loves a rosy cheek Hence, all you vain delights Hence, loathed Melancholy Hence, vain deluding Joys How delicious is the winning How happy is he born and taught How like a winter hath my absence been How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest How sweet the answer Echo makes How vainly men themselves amaze I am monarch of all I survey I arise from dreams of thee I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song If doughty deeds my lady please I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden If Thou survive my well-contented day If to be absent were to be If women could be fair, and yet not fond I have had playmates, I have had companions I heard a thousand blended notes I met a traveller from an antique land I'm wearing awa', Jean In a drear-nighted December In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining In the sweet shire of Cardigan I remember, I remember I saw where in the shroud did lurk It is a beauteous evening, calm and free It is not Beauty I demand It is not growing like a tree I travell'd among unknown men It was a lover and his lass It was a summer evening I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking I wander'd lonely as a cloud I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! I wish I were where Helen lies John Anderson, my jo, John