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Rabia, sick upon her bed
J. F. CLARKE (Trans.) Rambling along the marshes
CHANNING Rashly, And praised be rashness for it
T. H. BAYLY Royal Egypt! Empress
SHAKSPEARE Rudolph, professor of the headsman's trade
0. W. HOLMES Ruin seize thee, ruthless king
WORDSWORTH Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bied
BURNS See how the Orient dew.
MARVELL. See living vales by living waters blest
CHARLES SPRAGUE See the chariot at hand here of love
BEN JONSON See yonder souls set far within the shade
BEN JONSON Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it.
SHAKSPEARE Shake out your heavy trance
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER Shall I, wasting in despair?
WITHER She, of whose soul, if we may say, 'twas gold. DONNE. Shie's gane to dwell in heaven, my lassie
A. CUNNINGHAM She walks in beauty, like the night
BYRON Shine kindly forth, September sun
F. B. SAXBORN Should auld acquaintance be forgot .
FULKE GREVILLE (LORD Silence augmenteth grief — writing encreaseth rage .
BROOKE) Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water
MOORE Since I am coming to that holy room
DONNE. Since our country our God - Oh, my sire!
BYRON Since the sun
WORDSWORTH Sing, and let your song bė new
SiR PHILIP SIDNEY Sing, o Goddess, the wrath, the ontamable dander of Keitt
PuxCH Sitting in my window
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Sleep is like death, and after sleep
ALLINGHAM Sleep sweetly in your humble graves
HENRY TIMROD Slow, slow fresh fount, keep time
BEN JONSON So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
SHAKSL’EARE So every spirit as it is most pure
SPENSER So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
WHITTIER Soft you; a word or two before you go
SHAKSPEARE So Saturn, as he walked into the midst
KEATS So, when their feet were planted on the plain
TEXXYSON Spring all the graces of the age
BEN JONSON St. Mark's hushed abbey heard
Miss S. H. PALFREY Star of the flowers and flower of the stars
J. J. G. WILKINSON Stern daughter of the voice of God .
WORDSWORTH Still to be neat, still to be drest
BEN JONSON Svend Vonved binds his sword to his side.
GEORGE BORROW (Trans.) Sweep ho! Sweep bo!
E. S. H. Sweet country life, to such unknown
HERRICK Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
HERBERT Sweet echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen MILTON. Sweetness, truth, and every grace
WALLER Sweet peace, where dost thou dwell
HERBERT Sweet scented Hower, who art wont to bloom
KIRKE WHITE Take along with thee
BEN JONSON Take, o take those lips away.
SHAKSPEARE Teach me, my God and King,
HERBERT Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind.
LOVELACE Tell me where is fancy bred
SHAKSPEARE Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue
HERRICK. Thanks for the lessons of this spot
WORDSWORTH That iustrument ne'er heard.
DRAYTON That regal soul I reverence in whose eyes
D. A. WASSON That which her slender waist contined
E. WALLER The Abbot on the threshold stood
SCOTT The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold. BYRON The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
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The birds against the April wind
WHITTIER The breaking waves dashed high
MRS. HEMANS The bush that has most briars and bitier fruit
JONES VERY The clouds are flying, the woods are sighing
ANONYMOUS (Trans.) The convent-bells are ringing
BYRON The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
GRAY The daughter of a king, how should I know?.
H. H. The despot's heel is on thy shore
J. R. RANDALL The destiny, minister general
CHAUCER. The earth goes on, the earth glittering in gold . ANONYMOUS. The færy beam upon you
BEN JONSON The feathered songster Chanticleer
T. CHATTERTON The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
SHAKSPEARE The garlands wither on your brow
JAMES SHIRLEY The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTHThe gods be your terror .
INGHAM The harp that once through Tara's halls
MOORE The liouse of Chivalry decayed
BEN JONSON The king called his best archers
ANONYMOUS The king is full of grace and fair regard
SHAKSPEARE The king is kind; and well we know
SHAKSPEARE The king sits in Dunfermline town
ANONYMOUS The king was on his throne
BYRON The Lord descended from above
STERNHOLD The melancholy days are come
BRYANT he merry world did on a day
HERBERT The minstrels played their Christmas tune
WORDS WORTH The moon is up, and yet it is not night
BYRON The Moorish king rides up and down
BYRON The muse doth tell me where to borrow
GEORGE WITHER The muse, nae poet ever fand her
BURNS The night is come like to the day
SIR T. BROWNE The night is made for cooling shade.
J. T. TROWBRIDGE The night is past and shines the sun
BYRON, The old man said, “ Take thou this shield, my son” S. G. W The old mayor climbed the belfry tower
JEAN INGELOW The owl is abroad, the bat, the toad
BEX JOSSON The pines were dark on Rainoth hill
SHAKSPEARE There is an island on a river lying
J. W. MORRIS There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
BYRON, There is a stream, I name not its name
A. H. CLOUGH. There is a tide in the affairs of men
SHAKSPEARE There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale
WORDSWORTH There like a rich and golden pyramid
BEN JONSON “There is no God,” the wicked saith
CLOUGH There's a flag hangs over my threshold
MRS. HOWE There where death's brief pang was quickest. BYRON There was a boy; ye kuew him well, ye cliffs
WORDSWORTH There was a king that much might
GOWER There was a laughing devil in his sneer
J. MONTGOMERY The sky is changed; and such a change
BYRON. The snows arise; and foul and fierce
THOMSON The spacious firmament on high
ADDISON The spirits I have raised abandon me
BYRON The splendor falls on castle walls.
TENNYSON The stars above will make thee known
COWLEY The tent-lights glimmer on the land
WHITTIER The unearthly voices ceased
SCOTT The wanton troopers riding by
MARVELL The weather leech of the topsail shivers .
W. MITCHELL The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn
SCOTT The wind it blew, and the ship it flew
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The wintry west extends his blast
BURNS The woods decay, the woods decay and fail.
TENNYSON They made her a grave too cold and damp
T. MOORE They told me I was heir: I turned in haste
H. H. They that never had the use
EDMUND WALLER Think we King Harry strong.
SHAKSPEARE This ae night, this ae night
SOUTHWELL This army led by a delicate and tender prince
SHAKSPEARE This bright wood-fire
E. SH. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
SHAKSPEARE This knight a doughter hadde by his wif.
CHAUCER This morning, timely rapt with holy fire
BEN JONSON Thou art not gone, being gone
DONNE Thon blossom bright with autunin dew
BRYANT Though the day of my destiny's over
BYRON Thou hast learned the woes of all the world
C.S.T.. Thou hast swom by thy God, my Jeannie
A. CUNNINGHAM Thou hidden love of God! whose height
WESLEY (Trans.). Thou that art our queen again
LEIGH HUNT Thou that hast a daughter
W. ALLINGHAM Thou that hast given so much to me.
HERBERT . Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! KEATS. Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance. HERBERT Three days through sapphire seas we sailed
H. H. BROWNELL Three poets in three distant ages born
DRYDEN. Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha'
Smith's SCOTTISH MINSTREL Three years she grew in sun and shower .
WORDS WORTH Thy braes were bonny, yarrow stream
T. LOGAN Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
TENXYSON Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
W. BLAKE Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back .
SHAKSPEARE. Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep.
YOUNG. 'Tis madness to resist or blame
MARVELL "Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more BEATTIE 'Tis not every day that I
HERRICK . 'Tis not in battles that from youth we train
WORDS WORTH "Tis truth, although this truth's a star
PATMORE. To be furious
SHAKSPEARE To beguile the time
SHAKSPEARE To be no more -- sad cure
MILTON To be or not to be, that is the question
SHAKSPEARE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
COLLINS To heroism and holiness
PATMORE. Toiling in the naked tields
JOHN CLARE To keep the lanıp alive
COW PER To me men are for what they are .
MOORE. Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
CAMPBELL Twas All-Sous eve, and Surrey's heart beat high. SCOTT 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
DRYDEN Two went to pray - oh! rather say
RICHARD CRASHAW Two voices are there; one is of the sea
WORDS WORTI Underneath this sable hearse
BEN JONSON Underneath this stone doth lye.
BEN JONSON Under the greenwood tree
SHAKSPEARE Upon a rock yet uncreate
ANONYMOUS Uvedale, thou piece of the first times, .
BEN JONSON Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old
MILTON Vex not thou the poet's mind
TENNYSON Wail for Dædalus, all that is fairest .
BURNS Well, honor is the subject of iny story.
SHAKSPEARE We must not stint
SHAKSPEARE Westward the course of empire takes its way BERKELEY What is good for a bootless bené
WORDS WORTII What needs my Shakspeare for his honored bones MILTON.
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When biting Boreas, fell and doure
BURNS Whence is it that the air so sudden clears
BEN JONSON When Chapman billies leave the street
BURNS When coldness wraps this suffering clay
BYRON When daisies pied and violets blue
SHAKSPEARE Whene'er a noble deed is wrought
LONGFELLOW When tirst thou didst entice to thee my heart
HERBERT When Flora with her fragrant flowers.
ANONYMOUS When God at first made man
HERBERT When I a verse shall make
LOVELACE When Music, heavenly maid, was young
COLLINS When spring to woods and wastes around
BRYANT When the British warrior queen
COWPER When the moon is on the wave
BYRON. When the radiant morn of creation broke
BRYANT When we in our viciousness grow hard
SHAKSPEARE When whispering strains with creeping wind. WILLIAM STRODE When wise Minerva still was young
LOWELL When with the virgin morning thou dost rise.
HERRICK. Where dost thou careless lie
BEN JONSON Where have ye been, ye ill woman?
HOGG Where is Timarchus gone?
FROM SIMONIDES Where like a pillow on a bed
DONNE Where the bee sucks, there suck I
SHAKSPEARE Where the remote Bermudas ride
MARVELL Which I wish to remark.
BRET HARTE While from the purpling east departs
WORDSWORTH While malice, Pope, denies thy page
DAVID LEWIS Whither midst falling dew:
BRYANT Who counts himself as nobly born
E. S. H.. Who can divine what impulses from God
WORDSWORTH Who is the happy warrior
WORDS WORTH Who is the honest man
HERBERT Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way. MOORE. Whoso him bethoft
AXONYMOUS Why fearest thou the outward foe
ANONYMOUS Willie stands in his stable door
BUCHAN'S BALLADS Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day
SIAKSPEARE Winstanley's deed, you kindly folk
GOETHE: TRANS. BY FROTAWithin my ears resounds that ancient song
INGHAM Within the mind strong fancies work
WORDSWORTH With joys unknown, with sadness unconfessed F. B. SANBORN With naked foot and sackcloth vest.
Scott With sacritice before the rising morn
WORDSWORTH Woof of the fen, ethereal gauze
THOREAU Would wisdom for herself I wooed
PATMORE Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon
BURNS Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
GRAY Ye mariners of England
CAMPBELL Ye scattered birds ihat faintly sing
BURNS Yes, I answered you last night
MRB. BROWNING Ye sigh not when the sun his course fulfilled
BRYANT Yet a few days, and thee
BRYANT Yet do I fear thy nature.
SUAKSPEARE Yet once more, o ye laurels, and once more
MILTON You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier
Tom TAYLOR You meaner beauties of the night
WOTTON Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his bride
LADY ANNE LINDSAY Young Neuha plunged into the deep
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