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HOLMES
BRET HARTE
LOWELL
MILTON
PUNCH
ROBERT SOUTHWELL
BRET HARTE
MILNES
RICHARD CRASHAW
SHAKSPEARE
MRS. KEMBLE
LONGFELLOW
SHAKSPEARE
W. ALLINGHAM
BRET HARTE
SHAKSPEARE
SIR W. Jones (Trans.)
JAMES HOGG
WORDSWORTH
BEN JONSON
GEORGE LUNT
WILLIS
TENNYSON
HAMILTON
POPE
MICKLE
BURNS
CHAUCER.
CHAUCER
HENRY MORE
ANONYMOUS
MRS. C. F. ALEXANDER.

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Busk ye,

A wet sheet and a flowing sea
Ay, but to die, and go, we know not where
Ay! tear her tattered ensign down
Bankrupt, our pockets inside out
Beautiful! sir, you may say so
Beaver roars hoarse with melting snows
Before the starry threshold of Jove's court
Before thy stem, smooth seas were curled
Behold a silly tender babe
Being asked by an intimate party
Beneath an Indian palm, a girl
Below the bottom of the great abyss .
Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy father
Better trust all, and be deceived
Between the dark and the daylight
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
Birdie, birdie, will you, pet
Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Blue crystal vault and elemental fires
Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen
Brave Schill, by death delivered
Break, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud
Breathe, trumpets, breathe slow notes
Bright flag at yonder tapering mast
Bury the Great Duke

busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride
But all our praises, why should lords engross
But are ye sure the news is true?
But fare you weel, auld Nickie-Ben
But for ye speken of such gentilesse
But I wol turn againe to Ariadne
But souls that of his own good life partake
By broad Potomac's silent shore
By Nebo's lonely mountain
Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin
Call me no more
Calm and still light on yon great plain
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms.
Child Dyring has ridden him up under öo
Clothed with state, and girt with might
Come away, come away, death.
Come into the garden, Maud .
Come on, come on, and where you go
Come on, sir, here's the place: stand stili
Come pitie 118, all ye who see
Come seeling night .
Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged
Come thou who art the wine and wit
Come to Licöo! the sun is riding
Come to the river's reedy shore
Comrades, leave me here a little
Consolers of the solitary hours
Dark fell the night, the watch was set
Dear lady, I a little fear.
Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die
Dear my friend and fellow-student
Deep in the waves is a coral grove
Dinas Emlinn, lament, for the moment is nigh .
Drink to me only with thine eyes
Each care-worn face is but a book
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky
Ever a current of sadness deep
Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Faire Daffodills, we weep to see
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree
Fare thee well! and if forever
Farewell, ye lofty spires
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter'.

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Far have I clambered in my mind
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Fleet the Tartar's reinless steed
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
From harmony, from heavenly harmony
From you have I been absent in the spring
Fuli fathom tive thy father lies
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow.
Ful little knowest thou, that hast not tried
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Get up, get up for shame, the blooming morn
Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea .
Give me my cup, but from the Thespian well
Give me my scallop's shell of quiet
Give place, ye ladies, and begone.
God moves in a mysterious way.
God of science and of light
Goz, happy rose, and interwove
Goldilocks sat on the grass
Go, lovely rose
Go, soul, the body's guest
Grandmother's mother; her age I guess
Great God, greater than greatest
Great Ocean! strongest of Creation's sons
Gude Lord Græme is to Carlisle gane.

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Hail to the chief who in triumph advances
Happy, happier far than thou
Happy those early days when I
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark, how I'll bribe you
Hath this world without me wrought?'
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss-shay?
Hearken in your ear
He clasps the crag with hooked lands
He is gone -- is dust
He is gone on the mountains.
He leaves the earth, and says enough
Hence, all yon vain ilelights!
Hence, loathed melancholy!
Hence, vain deluding joys!
Here is the place; right over the hill
Here let us live, and spend away our lives
Here might I pause and bend in reverence
Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee
Her fingers shame the ivory keys
Her finger was so small the ring
Her house is all of echo made
He's a rare man
He's gane! he's gane! he's frae us torn
He that loves a rosy cheek
He works in rings, in magic rings of chance
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast
How changed is here each place man makes or tills!
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean!
How happy is he borii and taught
How many a time have I
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
How near to good is what is fair!
How oft when thou my music, music play'st
How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai!
How seldom, friends, a good great man inherits
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
How soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
How they go by, those strange and dreamlike men!
How vainly men themselves amaze!
How young and fresh am I to-night!
I am holy while I stand
I called on dreams and visions to disclose
I came to a laund of white and green .

SCOTT MRS. HEMANS VAUGHAN SILAKSI'EARE SHAKSPEARE F. H. HEDGE 0. W. HOLMES LOWELL TENNYSON COLERIDGE (Trans.) Scorr S. G. W. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER MILTON MILTON WHITTIER CHASSING WORDS WORTH HERRICK WHITTIER SIR JOHN SUCKLING BEN JONSON JEAN INGELOW BURNS T. CAREW J. J. G. WILKINSON WORDSWORTH MATTHEW ARNOLD HERBERT WOTTON BYRON SHAKSPEARE BEN JONSON SHAKSPEARE BYRON COLERIDGE COLLINS MILTON SHAKSPEARE E. $. H MARVELL Ben JONSON

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I challenge not the oracle

SIDNEY H, MORSE

82 I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn . SCOTT

326 If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song

COLLINS

43 If I may trust the tlattering eye of sleep.

SHAKSPEARE

122 If men be worlds, there is in every one

DONNE

517 If this great world of joy and pain

WORDSWORTH

521 If thou be one whose heart the holy forms

WORDSWORTH

520 If thou wert by my side, my love

R. HEBER

53 If with light head erect I sing

THOREAU.

94 1 got me flowers to strew thy way

HERBERT

192 I have done one braver thing.

DONE

154 I have learned to look on nature

WORDSWORTH

29 I have ships that went to sea .

R B. COFFIN

122 I have, thou gallant Trojan

SHAKSPEARE

265 I have woven shrouds of air

CHANNING

27 I hear thy solemn anthem fali

CHANNING

92 I know a little garden close

WILLIAM MORRIS

442 I made a footing in the wall

BYRON

283 I made a posie while the day ran by

HERBERT.

151 I mind it weel, in early date

BURNS

220 I'm sitting alone by the tire

BRET HARTE

495 I must go furnish up

ARTHUR BOAR

36 Inland, within a hollow yale I stood

WORDSWORTU.

144 In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest

TENNYSON

92 In the frosty season, when the sun

WORDSWORTH

22 In the golden reign of Charlemagne the king . TUCKERMAN

357 In the hour of my distress

HERRICK

186 In the summer even

HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD 448 In this world, the isle of dreams

HERRICK

123 In vain the common theme my tongue would shun 0. W. HOLMES

232 In what torn ship soever I embark

DONNE

180 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

COLERIDGE .

126 In yonder grave a Druid lies .

COLLINS

462 I see a dusk and awful figure rise

BYRON.

514 I see before me the gladiator lie

BYRON

283 I see men's judgments are .

SHAKSPEARE

511 I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus .

SHAKSPEARE

265 I sift the snow on the mountains below

SHELLEY

46 I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers HERRICK.

3 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he .

BROW XING

355 Is there for honest poverty.

BURNS

147 Is thy face like thy mother's, iny fair child?

BYRON

276 It don't seem hardly right, John

LOWELL

235 It follows yow you are to prove

BEN JONSON

433 It happed that I came on a day

CHAUCER

60 I think not on my father

SHAKSPEARE

62 It is not to be thought of that the food

WORDS WORTH

223 It little profits that an idle king

TENNYSON

101 It's narrow, narrow make your bed

SCOTT

384 It's no in titles or in rank

BURNS

518 It was tifty years ago

LONGFELLOW

280 It was the season, when through all the land . LONGFELLOW

11 It was the time when lilies blow

TENNYSON

381 It was the winter wild.

MILTON.

187 It was thy fear, or else some transient wind

W. CONGREVE

133 I wandered lonely as a cloud

WORDSWORTH

33 I watched her face, suspecting germs

PATMORE

59 I wish I were where Helen lies

SCOTT

411 I would that thou might always be

N. P. Willis

57 I've taught me other tongues

BYRON.

277 John Anderson, my jo, John

BURNS

438 John Brown in Kansas settled like a steadfast STEDMAN

227 Just for a handful of silver he left us

BROWNING

224 Just now I've ta'en a fit of rhyme

BURNS

95 Kings, queens, lords, ladies, knights, and damsels great

SPENSER

293 Knowing the heart of man is sei

DANIEL

517

LOCKHART'S SPANISH BALKing Ferdinand alone did stand one day upon the hill

LADS

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Lady, there is a hope that all men have

TENNSSON
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THOREAU
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PERCY'S RELIQUES .
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WARTON
CAMPBELL
CHAT CER
G. MELLEN
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WORDSWORTH
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Lately, alas! I knew a gentle boy
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake.
Less worthy of applause, though more admired
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Let the bird of loudest lay
Life and thought have gone away
Life, I know not what thou art
Life may be given in many ways
Light-winged smoke! Icarian bird
Like a poet hidden
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore .
Like to the clear in highest sphere.
Lithe and listen, gentlemen.
Little I ask, my wants are few
Little was King Laurin
Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day
* Lo," quoth le, “Cast up thine eye"
Lo! on his far resounding path
Look not thou on beanty's charming
Lord, when I quit this earthly stage
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round
Loud is the vale, the voice is up
Love is a sickness full of woes.
Low-anchored cloud
Lo, when the Lord made North and South
Lo, where she comes along with portly pace
Macbeth is ripe for shaking.
Man, thee behooveth oft to have this in mind
Man wants but little here below
Men have done brave deeds
Merciful Heaven!
Merry it is in the good green wood
Methought I hearà a voice cry, "Sleep no more
Methinks it is good to be here
Milton, thou shouldet be living at this hour
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Mine honesty and I begin to square
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors
Motions and means, on land and sea at war
Mournfully, sing mournfully :
Mourn, hills and groves of Attica
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold
My dear and only love, I pray
My gentle Puck, come hither
My God, I heard this day
My liege, I did deny no prisoners .
My lord, yon told me you would tell the rest
My mind to me a kingdom is.
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun
My mother, when I learned that thou wast dead
Mysterious night! when our tirst parent knew
Naked on parents' knees, a new-born child.
Nature is made better by no mean
Nay, you wrong her, my friend
Needly knife-grinder, whither are you going? .
Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend
No abbey's gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops
No! is my answer from this cold bleak ridge
No man is the lord of any thing.
No more, no more, Oh! never more on me
Northward he turneth through a little door
No screw, no piercer can.
Vo splendor 'neath the sky's proud dome
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul
Nought loves another as itself
November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh
Now deeper roll the maddening drums
Now land your tongue
Now is the tiine for mirth
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now Nature hangs her inantle green
Now overhead a rainbow bursting through

SHAKSPEARE
ANONYMOUS.
J. Q. ADAMS
E. H.
SHAKSPEARE
SCOTT
SHAKSPEARE
H. KNOWLES
WORDSWORTH
MRS. HOWE.
SHAKSPEARE
SHAKSPEARE
WORDS WORTH.
MRS. HEMANS
WORDSWORTH.
KEATS
MONTROSE
SHAKSPEARE
HERBERT.
SAAKSPEARE
SHAKSPEARE
BYRD
SHAKSPEARE
COWPER
J. BLANCO WHITE.
SIR W. JONES (Trans.)
SHAKSPEARE
JULIA C. R. DORR
CANNING.
YOUNG
CHANNING
LUCY LARCOM
SHAKSPEARE
BYRON
KEATS
HERRICK
PATMORE.
WOLFE.
SHAKSPEARE
W. BLAKE
BURSS
G. MELLEN
SCOTT
HERRICK
SHAKSPEARE
BURNS
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Now ponder well, you parents dear

ANONYMOUS Now wol I turn unto my tale agen

CHAUCER O Brignall Banks are wild and fair

BCOTT O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon

MILTON O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison!

MOTHERWELL O divine star of heaven

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER O draw me, Father, after thee

JOHN WESLEY O’er the glad waters of the dark blue sea

BYRON. O'er western tides the fair spriug day

W. ALLINGUAM Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

BURNS Of all the rides since the birth of time

WHITTIER Of Nelson and the North

CAMPBELL O for my sake do you with fortune chide

SHAKSPEARE Often trifling with a privilege

WORDSWORTH
Oft in the stilly night

T. MOORE
Of truth, of grandeur, beauty, love, and hope WORDSWORTH
Oft when returning with her loaded bill

THOMSON.
O heavens, if you do love old men

SHAKSPEARE O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale? CAMPBELL Oh, go not yet, my love

TENNYSON
Oh, have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde

SCOTT
Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem SHAKSPEARE
Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best ALLINGHAM
O how canst thou renounce the boundless store BEATTIE
O how feeble is man's power .

DONNE
Oh, weel may the boatie row

ANONYMOUS. o I have passed a miserable night

SHAKSPEARE O joy hast thou a face

H. H. o keeper of the sacred key

F. WILLSON O listen, listen, ladies gay

SCOTT Old wine to drink

MESSINGER O Lord, in me there lieth nought

SIDNEY. O messenger, art thou the king, or 12 .

H.H. O my luve's like a red, red rose.

BURNS Once git a smell o' musk into a draw

LOWELL Once more, Cesario

SHAKSPEARE Once we built our fortress where you see

CHANNING On the mountain peak.

CHANNING O never rudely will I blame his faith

COLERIDGE One day, nigh weary of the irksome way

SPENSER On Linden, when tlie sun was low

CAMPBELL O Proserpina.

SHAKSPEARE Or if the soul of proper kind.

CHAUCER. Orpheus with his lute made trees

SHAKSPEARE O Sacred Providence, who from end to end

HERBERT. O than the fairest day thrice fairer night

WILLIAM DRUMMOND Oh that last day in Lucknow fort

ROBERT LOWELL O that we now had here

SHAKSPEARE O the days are gone when beauty bright

T. MOORE O then what soul was his, when, on the tops

WORDSWORTH O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

SHAKSPEARE O thou goddess

SHAKSPEARE O thou who in the leavens dost dwell

BURNS O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear

LOVELACE O! 'tis wondrous much

CHAPMAN Our boat to the waves go free

CHANNING Our brethren of New England use

BUTLER Our bugles sang truce; for the night cloud had lowered CAMPBELL Our revels now are ended

SHAKSPEARE Out upon it: I have loved

SiR JOHN SUCKLING Out upon time, who will leave no more

BYRON O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk

ANONYMOUS. O waly, waly, up the bank

ANONYMOUS Oye wha are sae guid yoursel

BURNS O young Lochinvar is come out of the West

SCOTT Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone.

G. W. THORNBURY Peace to all such

PoPE. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

SCOTT Pleased we remember our august abodes

LANDOR Praise to God, immortal praise .

MRS. BARBAULD. Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .

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