CONTENTS
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| IX. | 201 | |
| Let beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams | ||
| X. | 202 | |
| I know not how it is with you | ||
| XI. | 202 | |
| I will make you brooches and toys for your delight | ||
| XII. | We have Loved of Yore | 203 |
| Berried brake and reedy island | ||
| XIII. | Ditty | 204 |
| The cock shall crow | ||
| XIV. | Mater Triumphans | 205 |
| Son of my woman's body, you go, to the drum and fife | ||
| XV. | 206 | |
| Bright is the ring of words | ||
| XVI. | 206 | |
| In the highlands, in the country places | ||
| XVII. | 207 | |
| Home no more home to me, whither must I wander | ||
| XVIII. | To Dr. Hake | 209 |
| In the belovèd hour that ushers day | ||
| XIX. | To —— | 209 |
| I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills |
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