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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

Reason thus with life

Remove yon skull from out the scattered heaps . BYRON
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay the golden cushion down LOCKHART
Round my own pretty rose .

T. H. BAYLY Royal Egypt! Empress

SHAKSPEARE Rudolph, professor of the headsman's trade

0. W. HOLMES Ruin seize thee, ruthless king

Rumble thy belly full! spit tire! spout rain!

Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears WILLIAM DRUMMOND
Say to me, whose fortunes shall rise higher

Say, what is Honor?

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 the light withdrawn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

There are points from which we can command our life P. BAILEY
There came to Cameliard

The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth know. DONNE
There in the fane a beauteous creature stands PROF. Wilson (Trans.)
There is a history in all men's lives

There is a mystery in the soul of state

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

There was a sound of revelry by night

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. Wordswortu
Ther is right at the We sid Itaille

The sea rolls vaguely, and the stars are dumbo ALLINGHAM
The shadow on the dial's face

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 .

Toll for the brave.

To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun Mrs. BROWNING .
To the Lords of Convention

True bard and simple, -- as the race

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 .

Walking thus towards a pleasant grove

Warriors and chiefs! should the shaft or sword BYRON
Wee, modest, crimson, tipped flower

Wee, sleekit, cow'ring, timorous beastie .

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

When I consider how my light is spent

When I do count the clock that tells the time SHAKSPEARE
When I love as some have told

When Love with unconfined wings

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


You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .
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