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A wet sheet and a flowing sea
busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride
Far have I clambered in my mind
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Hail to the chief who in triumph advances
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
43 If I may trust the tlattering eye of sleep.
122 If men be worlds, there is in every one
517 If this great world of joy and pain
521 If thou be one whose heart the holy forms
520 If thou wert by my side, my love
53 If with light head erect I sing
94 1 got me flowers to strew thy way
192 I have done one braver thing.
154 I have learned to look on nature
29 I have ships that went to sea .
R B. COFFIN
122 I have, thou gallant Trojan
265 I have woven shrouds of air
27 I hear thy solemn anthem fali
92 I know a little garden close
442 I made a footing in the wall
283 I made a posie while the day ran by
151 I mind it weel, in early date
220 I'm sitting alone by the tire
495 I must go furnish up
36 Inland, within a hollow yale I stood
144 In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest
92 In the frosty season, when the sun
22 In the golden reign of Charlemagne the king . TUCKERMAN
357 In the hour of my distress
186 In the summer even
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD 448 In this world, the isle of dreams
123 In vain the common theme my tongue would shun 0. W. HOLMES
232 In what torn ship soever I embark
180 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
126 In yonder grave a Druid lies .
462 I see a dusk and awful figure rise
514 I see before me the gladiator lie
283 I see men's judgments are .
511 I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus .
265 I sift the snow on the mountains below
46 I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers HERRICK.
3 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he .
355 Is there for honest poverty.
147 Is thy face like thy mother's, iny fair child?
276 It don't seem hardly right, John
235 It follows yow you are to prove
433 It happed that I came on a day
60 I think not on my father
62 It is not to be thought of that the food
223 It little profits that an idle king
101 It's narrow, narrow make your bed
384 It's no in titles or in rank
518 It was tifty years ago
280 It was the season, when through all the land . LONGFELLOW
11 It was the time when lilies blow
381 It was the winter wild.
187 It was thy fear, or else some transient wind
133 I wandered lonely as a cloud
33 I watched her face, suspecting germs
59 I wish I were where Helen lies
411 I would that thou might always be
N. P. Willis
57 I've taught me other tongues
277 John Anderson, my jo, John
438 John Brown in Kansas settled like a steadfast STEDMAN
227 Just for a handful of silver he left us
224 Just now I've ta'en a fit of rhyme
95 Kings, queens, lords, ladies, knights, and damsels great
293 Knowing the heart of man is sei
LOCKHART'S SPANISH BALKing Ferdinand alone did stand one day upon the hill
Lady Clara Vere De Vere
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Lately, alas! I knew a gentle boy
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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
SHAKSPEARE O heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale? CAMPBELL Oh, go not yet, my love
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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