The white reflection of the sloop's great sail,
The winds behind me in the thicket sigh,
The winds that once the Argo bore,
The wisest of the wise,

The woman was old and ragged and gray,
The works my calling doth propose,

The world goes up and the world goes down,
The world is still deceived with ornament,
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
The wretch condemned with life to part,
The Yankee boy, before he's sent to school,
They are all gone into the world of light,

They come the merry summer months of beauty, song,

and flowers,

.

The years have linings just as goblets do:
They sat and combed their beautiful hair,
They seemed to those who saw them meet,
They sin who tell us love can die,.

They told me in my earlier years, .

They wait all day unseen by us, unfelt;
They whose hearts are whole and strong..

Think not some knowledge rests with thee alone,

Think not your duty done when, sad and tearful,
This child, so lovely and cherub-like,

This circulating principle of life,

This is Goethe, with a forehead,"

This is that hill of awe,.

This is where the roses grew,

This man whose homely face you look upon,

This name of mine the sun may steal away,
This only grant me, that my means may lie,

This sweet child that hath climbed upon my knee,
This tempest sweeps the Atlantic!- Nevasink,
Those evening bells! those evening bells!
Those we love truly never die,
"Thou and 1!",

Thou art not dead; thou art not gone to dust
Thou art, O God! the life and light,

Thou art with me, here, upon the banks,

Thou, Bavaria's brown-eyed daughter,.

Thou blossom bright with Autumn dew,

Thou dear, misunderstood, maligned Delay,.

Wordsworth,

667

B. Taylor,

569

Bryant,

77

Saxton,

852

Thou first, best friend that heaven assigns below,
Though absent long, .

Though Reason through Faith's mysteries see,
Thought is deeper than all speech,"

Though wronged, not harsh my answer!

Though you should come again to-morrow,

Thou goest: to what distant place,

Thou happy, happy elf!

Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie,

Thou knowest, O my Father! Why should I,

J. C. R. Dorr,

193

Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,.

Burns,

2

Thou lone companion of the spectred night,

Thou mightier than Manoah's son,

Thou shalt have sun and shower from heaven above,
Thou unrelenting Past!

Stedman,

539

Bryant,.

73

Thou whose birth on earth,

Three fishers went sailing away to the West,

Three, only three, my darling.

Swinburne,

556

Kingsley,

321

Holme,

276

Three poets in three distant ages born,.

Three roses, wan as moonlight and weighed down,

T. B. Aldrich,

10

Three weeks to-day had old Doctor Drollhead, .

Through her forced, abnormal quiet,

Through love to light! Oh, wonderful the way,
Through the dark path, o'er which I tread,
Thus doth beauty dwell,

Thus is it over all the earth!.

Thy bright brief day knew no decline

Halpine,

726

Gilder,

233

Boker,

804

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright,

To Thee, fair Freedom, I retire,

Till the slow daylight pale,

Time, hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,.

Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings,

Tincture or syrup, lotion, drop, or pill,.
Tired of play! tired of play!

"Tis a fearful night in the winter time,
'Tis all a great show,.

'Tis a story told by Kalidasa,-.

"Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours

'Tis not stringing rhymes together,

'Tis said that when the nightingale,

"Tis self whereby we suffer,

"Tis sweet to hear a brook, 'tis sweet,
"Tis the part of a coward to brood,
"Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Titan! to whose immortal eyes,

To be, or not to be, that is the question,
To-day the sunshine freely showers,

To him who, in the love of Nature holds,

Toiling across the Mer de Glace,

Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train,

Too late I stayed-forgive the crime

To learning's second seats we now proceed,

Toll, tower and minster, toll,

To Love in my heart, I exclaimed, t' ther morning,

To miry places me the hunters drive,

To-morrow has trouble to lend,.

Touch us gently, Time,

To you, my purse, and to none other wight,

Tread lightly, she is near,.

Tread softly! bow the head

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,

True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
"Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won,
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead,
"Twas in June's bright and glowing prime,
'Twas May! the spring with magic bloom,
'Twas the last fight at Fredericksburg,
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death,
Two children, in two neighbor villages,
Two hands upon the breast,

Two honest tradesmen meeting in the Strand,

Two maidens listening to the sea

Two things love can do,

Chaucer,

812

O. Wilde,

648

C. B. Southey,

514

Campbell,

113

Pope,.

432

Dryden,.

199

M. Arnold,

24

Street,

545

Street,

546

Gassaway,

229

H. W. Longfellow,

344

Tennyson,

585

Craik,

170

Byrom,

704

Webster,
Phelps,
Merrick,

631

417

759

Perry,

415

Unusual darkness broods; and growing, gains,

Under the coffin-lid there are roses : .
Under the lindens lately sat,.

Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn,.
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Unlike those feeble gales of praise,

Up from the meadows rich with corn,

Up from the south at break of day,

Upon the sadness of the sea,.

Upon the white sea sand,

Venomous thorns that are so sharp and keen,

Verily the fancy may be false,

Verse, a breeze, mid blossoms straying,

Victoria's sceptre o'er the deep,

E. Young,

679

Thomson,

We're all alone, we're all alone!

Were I at Petra, could I not declare,

Werther had a love for Charlotte,.

We sat by the cheerless fireside,

We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,
We that were friends, yet are not now,.
We two have grown up so divinely together,.
We walk alone through all life's various ways,
We watched her breathing through the night,
We were not many, we who stood,
What ails this heart o' mine?

What! and not one to heave the pious sigh?.
What a time since I wrote! I'm a sad, naughty girl,

What could they be but happy? balanced so,
What frightens you thus, my good son?
What heartache, - ne'er a hili!

What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread,
What is hope? A smiling rainbow,

What is it that doth spoil the fair adorning,
What is the dearest happiness of heaven?

What is the little one thinking about?

What lies beyond the fair horizon's rim?

What makes a hero? not success, not fame,

What love do I bring you?

What man can hear sweet sounds and dread to die?

What shall I do with all the days and hours,.

P. Cary,

123

Core,.

816

Lanier,

328

What shall I sing?" I sighed, and said, .

What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod,.

What sounds arouse me from my slumbers light?.

What though I sing no other song?

What though not all,

What though short thy date!"

What though the chilly wide-mouthed quacking,

What thought is folded in thy leaves!

What to do to make thy fame,

What wak'st thou, Spring? Sweet voices in the woods,

What war so cruel, or what siege so sore,

What was I cannot tell thou know'st our story,.

Campbell,
Sargent,
Winter,
Akenside,
E. Young,
S. T. Coleridge,
T. B. Aldrich,

Mackay,
Hemans,
E. Spenser,
Howe,

Thomson,

What, what is virtue, but repose of mind,.
What wondrous power from heaven upon thee wrought? Thaxter,
What would I save thee from, dear heart!

593

588

Gilder,

232

What would life keep for me if thou should'st go?

Jennison,

833

When at eve I sit alone,

When beeches brighten early May,

When Britain first, at Heaven's command,

Thomson,

597

When brooks of summer shallow run,
When by the evening's quiet light,

When I am dead, my dearest,

When chance or cruel business parts us two,

When chapman billies leave the street,
When chill November's surly blast
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Whene'er with haggard eyes 1 view,.
When eve is purpling cliff and cave,.
When first I looked into thy glorious eyes,
When first religion came to bless the land,
When first the bride and bridegroom wed,"
When first the soul of love is sent abroad,
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave,
When freedom from her mountain height,
When, from the sacred garden driven,
When God at first made man,

When I am turned to mouldering dust,.
When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit,

When I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping,
When I consider how my light is spent,
When I have fears that I may cease to be,
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence,
When I shall go,

When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

When I was dead, my spirit turned,

When last the maple bud was swelling,

When love is in her eyes,

When maidens such as Hester die,

When May, with cowslip-braided locks,

Lamb,

325

B. Taylor,.

567

When men in health against physicians rail,
When Music, heavenly maid, was young,

When once thy foot enters the church, be bare,
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
When the drum of sickness beats,

When the lessons and tasks are all ended,'

When the rose is brightest,

When the sheep are in the fauld,

When the stern genius, to whose hollow tramp,

When to any saint I pray,

When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,
Where are you, Sylvia, where?.

Where did you come from, baby dear?.
Where honeysuckles scent the way,

Crabbe,

165

W. Collins,

145

Herbert,.

264

Whose is the gold that glitters in the mine?.
Who will tell me the secret, the cause,.
Who would by law regain his plundered store,
Who would call the tench a whale,
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene,
Why art thou colored like the evening sky,
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant,
Why, death, what dost thou here,
Why don't the men propose, mamma?
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Why so pale and wan, fond lover!.
Why start at death! Where is he?
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing,
Why was I born, and where was 1,

Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown,
Wild rose of Alloway! my thanks;
Will the day ever come, I wonder,
Wilt thou forgive me in that other sphere,
Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool!
With fingers weary and worn,

Within the sober realm of leafless trees,
Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,
With irresolute finger he knocked at each one,
With my beloved I lingered late one night,
Without your showers,

With the same letter heaven and home begin,
Woman's faith and woman's trust,
Woodman, spare that tree!

Woods, waters, have a charm to soothe the ear,

Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams,

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around,

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true,

Ye Mariners of England! .

Yes, faith is a goodly anchor;

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,

Yes, 'twill be over soon,—..

Yes, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying;

Yet of his little he had some to spare,

Yet once more, griever at Neglect,

"Yet, onward still! the spirit cries within,

Yon car of fire, though veiled by day,

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,

Yet, though thou fade,

Ye've gathered to your place of prayer,

Yon woodland, like a human mind,

You may drink to your leman in gold,

Young Ben, he was a nice young man,

You think you love me, Marguerite,

Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn,
Your poem must eternal be,

Youth, thou art fled, but where are all the charms,