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I.

Envoy—Go, little book

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II.

A Song of the Road—The gauger walked

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III.

The Canoe Speaks—On the great streams

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IV.

It is the season

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V.

The House Beautiful—A naked house, a naked moor

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VI.

A Visit from the Sea—Far from the loud sea beaches

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VII.

To a Gardener—Friend, in my mountain-side demesne

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VIII.

To Minnie—A picture frame for you to fill

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IX.

To K. de M.—A lover of the moorland bare

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X.

To N. V. de G. S.—The unfathomable sea

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XI.

To Will. H. Low—Youth now flees

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XII.

To Mrs. Will. H. Low—Even in the bluest noonday of July

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XIII.

To H. F. Brown—I sit and wait

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XIV.

To Andrew Lang—Dear Andrew

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XV.

Et tu in Arcadia vixisti—In ancient tales, O friend

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XVI.

To W. E. Henley—The year runs through her phases

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XVII.

Henry James—Who comes to-night

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XVIII.

The Mirror Speaks—Where the bells

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XIX.

Katharine—We see you as we see a face

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XX.

To F. J. S.—I read, dear friend

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XXI.

Requiem—Under the wide and starry sky

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XXII.

The Celestial Surgeon—If I have faltered

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XXIII.

Our Lady of the Snows—Out of the sun

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XXIV.

Not yet, my soul

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XXV.

It is not yours, O mother, to complain

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XXVI.

The Sick Child—O mother, lay your hand on my brow

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XXVII.

In Memoriam F. A. S.—Yet, O stricken heart

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XXVIII.

To my Father—Peace and her huge invasion

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XXIX.

In the States—With half a heart

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XXX.

A Portrait—I am a kind of farthing dip

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XXXI.

Sing clearlier, Muse

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XXXII.

A Camp—The bed was made

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XXXIII.

The Country of the Camisards—We travelled in the print of olden wars

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XXXIV.

Skerryvore—For love of lovely words

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XXXV.

Skerryvore: The Parallel—Here all is sunny

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XXXVI.

My house, I say

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XXXVII.

My body which my dungeon is

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XXXVIII.

Say not of me that weakly I declined

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I.

The Maker to Posterity—Far ’yont amang the years to be

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II.

Ille Terrarum—Frae nirly, nippin’, Eas’lan’ breeze

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III.

When aince Aprile has fairly come

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IV.

A Mile an’ a Bittock

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V.

A Lowden Sabbath Morn—The clinkum-clank o’ Sabbath bells

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VI.

The Spaewife—O, I wad like to ken

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VII.

The Blast—1875—It’s rainin’. Weet’s the gairden sod

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VIII.

The Counterblast—1886—My bonny man, the warld, it’s true

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IX.

The Counterblast Ironical—It’s strange that God should fash to frame

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X.

Their Laureate to an Academy Class Dinner Club—Dear Thamson class, whaure’er I gang

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XI.

Embro Hie Kirk—The Lord Himsel’ in former days

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XII.

The Scotsman’s Return from Abroad—In mony a foreign pairt I’ve been

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XIII.

Late in the nicht

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XIV.

My Conscience!—Of a’ the ills that flesh can fear

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XV.

To Doctor John Brown—By Lyne and Tyne, by Thames and Tees

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XVI.

It’s an owercome sooth for age an’ youth

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