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O, Brignall banks are wild and fair
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
O Christ of God! whose life and death
O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes
O eyes that strip the souls of men!
O for some honest lover's ghost
O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure
O friend! I know not which way I must look
O goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
O grandest of the Angels, and most wise
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
O happy dames! that may embrace
O Happy Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
O Mary, at thy window be
O Memory, thou fond deceiver
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O mortal folk, you may behold and see
O my Luve 's like a red, red rose
O never say that I was false of heart
O saw ye bonnie Lesley
O saw ye not fair Ines?
O sleep, my babe, hear not the rippling wave
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
O that 'twere possible
O thou that swing'st upon the waving hair
O thou undaunted daughter of desires!
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
O, to be in England
O were my Love yon lilac fair
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
'O which is the last rose?'
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O world, in very truth thou art too young
O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of Nelson and the North
Of Neptune's empire let us sing
Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong
Often I think of the beautiful town
Oh the long and dreary Winter!
On a dayalack the day!
On a starr'd night Prince Lucifer uprose
On either side the river lie
On the Mountains of the Prairie
On the shores of Gitche Gumee
On the wide level of a mountain's head
Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
One more Unfortunate
One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease
One word is too often profaned
Others abide our question. Thou art free
Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us
Out of childhood into manhood
Out of the night that covers me
Out upon it, I have loved
Over hill, over dale
Over the moonless land of Bathrolaire
Over the sea our galleys went
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