398 . . 639 On a hill there grows a flower . N. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air E. C. Stedmar 386 On Alpine heights the love of God is shed (Transla Our life is twofold; sleep has its own world tion of Charles T. Brooks). Krummacher 332 Byron 579 O Nancy, wilt thou go with me T. Percy, D. D. 71 Our revels now are ended Shakespeare 674 On came the whirlwind – like the last Scott 402 Out of the bosom of the Air Longfill.ro 320 O: Switzerland was free! 7. S. Kʼnowles 437 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass Once there was a gardener (From the German of Miss K. P. Osgood 375 Miller). 7. C. Mangan 727 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 283 Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands W. C. Bryant 373 Ov all the housen o' the pliace , W. Barnes 51 Once upon a midnight dreary. E, A. Poe 652 Over hill, over dale, Shakespeare 656 On deck, beneath the awning Thackeray 479 Over the dumb campagna sea E. B. Browning 334 One day, as I was going by T. Hood 8 Over the river they beckon to me N. 4. H. Priest 179 One day I wandered where the salt sea-tide Anon. 596 0, waly, waly up the bank . Anonymous One day, nigh weary of the yrksome way Spenser 637 | O, weep for Moncontour ! T.B. Macaulay 438 One hue of our flag is taken R. H. Newel 775 “O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms ” John Keats T. Hood 746 On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Pope 43 One year ago, – ringing voice H. B. Stowe 1850, when 't is summer weather W. L. Bowles 325 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand Chas. Wesley 265 0, wherefore come ye forth T.B. Macaulay 438 On Linden, when the sun was low Campbell Only waiting till the shadows. Anonymous 267 0, where shall rest be found Montgomery 23 O no, no, - let me lie John Pierpont 379 O whistle, and I 'll come to you, my lad Burns 73 O North, with all thy vales of green ! W.C. Bryant 275 O, now forever Shakespeare 696 0, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? On Richmond Hill there lives a lass Upton 51 Anonymous 195 On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden O wild west-wind, thou breath Shelley 334 Whittier 363 0, will ye choose to hear the news? Thackeray 730 On the cross-beam under the Old South bell O winter! wilt thou never, never go? David Gray 321 N. P. Willis 341 O World ! O Life! O Time! Shelley 225 On what foundations stands the warrior's pride Oye wha are sae guid yoursel' Burns Scott 115 On yonder hill a castle stands Anonymous 509 Pack clouds away, and welcome day T. Heywood 243 O perfect Light, which shaid away A. Humne 371 Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully N. P. Willis O, pour upon my soul again W. Allston 227 Pauline, by pride Bulwer-Lytton 159 O reader! hast thou ever stood to see Southey 360 Pause not to dream of the future before us O reverend sir, I do declare F. M. Whitcher 768 F. S. Osgood 425 O’Ryan was a man of might Miles O'Reilly 730 Peace ! let the long procession come R. H. Stoddard 715 O sacred Head, now wounded Paul Gerhardt 276 Peace! what can tears avail? Barry Cornwall 151 0, saw ye bonnie Lesley Birns Sir C. Sedley 48 O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een ? Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Scott 393 R. Ryan 50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray O say, can you see by the dawn's early light 7. Westwood 631 F. S. Kcy 447 Pleasant it was, when woods were green Longfellow 566 O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber 244 Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon ! : HK H'kite 421 O, sing unto my roundelay! 7. Chatterton 206 Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands O, snatched away in beauty's bloom! Byron 188 RH. Nravell 774 O that the chemist's magic art Rogers 607 “Praise God from whom all blessings flow" O that those lips had language . Cowper 18 Miss Mulock 425 O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee Praise to God, immortal praise A. L. Barbanld 278 Thos. Davis 126 Prize thou the nightingale (Translation of John O the broom, the yellow broom ! Mary Howitt 366 Bowring) M. T. Visscher 348 O the charge at Balaklava ! A. B. Meek . E. B. Brotoning 139 O, the French are on the say! Anonymous 455 Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares Sir H. Wotton 521 O the gallant fisher's life 7. Chalkhill 521 Rear high thy bleak majestic hills W. Roscoe O then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you 705 Shakespeare 656 Rest there awhile, my bearded lance Horace Smith 770 O the pleasant days of old Frances Brown 465 Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Anonymous 381 O the snow, the beautiful snow 617 7. W. Watson 251 Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky Tennyson O, those little, those little blue shoes W. C. Bennett 16 Ring, sing ! ring, sing! R. Buchanan 668 O thou of home the guardian Lar 7. R. Lowell 130 Rise, sleep no more . Barry Cornwall 514 O thou vast Ocean ! Barry Cornwnil 472 Rock of Ages, cleft for me A. M. Toplady 374 O trifling toys that toss the brains Mrs. Homans 535 Anonymous 611 Rome, Rome! thou art no more O unexpected stroke, worse than of death "Room for the leper! Room !" N. P. Willis 536 Milton 232 Roprecht the Robber is taken at last Southey 761 O unseen spirit! now a calm divine John Sterling 299 Said I not so, – that I would sin no more? Our band is few, but true and tried W.C. Bryant 446 G. Herbert 255 Our bugles sang truce, - for the night-cloud had Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee Byron 6S lowered Campbell 378 Saviour, when in dust to thee Sir R. Grant 263 Our Father Land ! and wouldst thou know Say over again, and yet once over again E. B. Browning 11 406 . . - man She says, 303 21 Say, ye that know, ye who have felt R. Bloomfield 340 Spirit that breathest through my lattice W.C. Bryant 299 T. Hood 225 “See, mother dear,” she said W.C. Bryant 663 Spring, the sweet spring . T. Nash 309 See, O see! Lord Bristol 326 St. Agues' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was John Keats 117 See, the flowery spring is blown . Fohn Dyer 309 Stand here by my side and turn, I pray W.C. Bryant 320 See yon robin on the spray Harrison Weir 344 Stand ! the ground 's your own, my braves ! John Pierpont 446 Dr. Leyden 367 Geo. Wither 64 Star that bringest home the bee . Campbell 300 Stay, jailer, stay, and hear my woe! Geo. M. Lewis 236 Mrs. Opie 247 Eben. Elliott 705 She is a winsome wee thing Burns 126 Such were the notes thy once-loved poet sung She is not fair to outward view H. Coleridge 48 Pope 709 She moves as light across the grass Miss Mulock 62 Summer joys are o'er (Translation of Charles T. Shepherds all, and maidens fair Brooks) Ludwig Hölty 317 Sweet and low, sweet and low Tennyson 7 Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain She shrank from all, and her silent mood Goldsmith 545 L E. Landon 215 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick 58 She sits in a fashionable parlor Stark 728 Sweet bird ! that sing'st away the early hours She stood breast high amid the corn T. Hood 74 W'. Drummond 344 She walks in beauty, like the night Byron 44 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright G. Herbert 186 She was a phantom of delight Wordsworth 43 Sweeter and sweeter 7. W. Palmer 23 Shines the last age R. W. Emerson 625 Sweetest Saviour, if my soul G Herbert 273 Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson 311 Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower Wordsworth 23 Should auld acquaintance be forgot Burns 609 Sweet is the pleasure 5. S. Dwight 419 Shut, shut the door, good John ! Pope T. Carew Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade Silent nymph, with curious eye! John Dyer 327 Cowper Since faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of fashion Swiftly walk over the western wave Shelley 302 Dryden 735 Sword, on my left side gleaming (Translation of Anonymous 444 Körner 399 Since there's no helpe, - come let us kisse and Take back into thy bosom, earth B. Simmons 703 parte. M. Drayton 150 Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706 Singing through the forests . 7. G. Saxe 744 Take, O, take those lips away Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! T. T. Stoddart 520 Shakespeare and Foh: Fletcher 168 open Anonymous 415 98 Tennyson 223 Tell me not in mournful numbers Longfellow 582 145 Shakespeare 629 Sleep breathes at last from out thee Leigh Hunt 15 Tell me, ye winged winds Chas. Mackay 268 Sleep on! and dream of Heaven awhile! Rogers 47 Thank Heaven ! the crisis E. A. Poe 189 Sleep! - The ghostly winds are blowing Thanks untraced to lips unknown Whittier 567 Barry Cornwall 172 That each who seems a separate whole Tennyson 182 Southey 612 That Heaven's beloved die early Eben. Elliott 706 Barry Cornwall 179 That which her slender waist confined Waller 50 Scott you have wronged me doth appear in this So many worlds, so much to do Tennyson 183 Shakespeare 35 Somebody 's courting somebody Anonymous 97 The abbess was of noble blood Scott 684 Some of their chiefs were princes of the land The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation) Krummacher 365 your you have cured R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold Byron Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face The autumn is old T. Hood Shakespeare 558 Young 616 The blessed damozel leaned out D. G. Rossetti 644 T. Moore 283 The blessed morn has come again Ralph Hoyt 320 The brcaking waves dashed high Mrs. Hemans 461 T. Moore 46 374 , That 3.80 316 125 138 The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by The moon it shines Chas. T. Brooks 6 Thomson Scott Wordsworth 307 The morning dawned full darkly W.E. Asteun 677 The comet ! he is on his way 0. W. Holmes 757 The Moth's kiss, first ! R. Browning So The conference-meeting through at last E.C. Stedman 619 The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7. Cleveland 701 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day Then before all they stand, the holy vow Rogers T. Gray 219 The night comes stealing o'er me (Translation of The day is cold; and dark, and dreary Longfellow 228 Charles G. Leland) Heinrich Heine 670 The day returns, my bosom burns Burns 127 The night is late, the house is still 7. W. Palmer 173 The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink The night was winter in his roughest mood Cowper 318 Wordsworth 13 Then took the generous host Bayard Taylor 364 The dreamy rhymer's measured snore W. S. Landor 701 The ocean at the bidding of the moon C. Tennyson 326 The dule's i' this bonnet o' mine Edwin Waugh 79 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower Jean Ingelow 203 The elder folk shook hands at last Whittier 285 The path by which we twain did go Tennyson 37 The Emperor Nap, he would set out Southey 402 ' The play is done, the curtain drops Thackeray 253 The face of all the world is changed, I think The poetry of earth is never dead Yohn Keats 356 C. B. Browning 110 The point of honor has been deemed of use Cowper 599 The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Browning 218 The quality of mercy is not strained Shakespeare 574 The Fallen looked on the world and sneered The rain-drops plash, and the dead leaves fall Gautier 347 The farmer's wife sat at the door Anonymous 199 There all the happy souls that ever were Ber Yonsor I SO The fifth day of May John Hedges 736 There also was a Nun, a Prioress Chaucer 559 The fire of love in youthful blood Earl of Dorset 56 There are gains for all our losses R. H. Stoddard 27 The first time that the sun rose on thine oath There are a number of us creep Watts 593 E. B. Browning 111 There are some hearts like wells Caroline S. Sarncer 593 The forward violet thus did I chide Shakespeare 41 There are who say the lover's heart T.K. Hervey 121 The fountains mingle with the river Shelley 57 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night Campbell 457 Miss Gould 633 There is a calm for those who weep Montgomery 187 The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb 759 | There is a dungeon in whose dim drear light The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson 625 Byron The glories of our birth and state Jas. Shirley 187 There is a flower, a little flower Montgomery 368 The gorse is yellow on the heath Charlotte Smith 346 There is a gardeu in her face R. Allison 39 The gray sea and the long black land R. Browning 85 There is a glorious City in the Sea Rogers 531 The groves were God's first temples W.C. Bryant 358 There is a green island in lone Gougaune Barra The half-seen memories of childish days A. De Vere 32 7. 7. Callanan 456 The harp that once through Tara's halls 7. Moore 455 ' There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery 429 The heath this night must be my bed Scott 144 | There is a land of pure delight Waits 266 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! Watts 282 There's a land that bears a world-known name The hollow winds begin to blow Anonymous 313 Elisa Cook 443 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Byron 464 There is an hour of peaceful rest W. B. Tappan 259 The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron 469 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 752 There is a Reaper whose name is Death Longfellot The jester shook his hood and bells G. W. Thornbury 618 There is a ride in the affairs of men Shakespeare 595 The keener tempests rise; and fuming dun Thomson 319 There is no flock, however watched and tended The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left Byron 144 Longfellow 175 The Lady Jane was tall and slim There lived a singer in France, of old A.C. Swinburne 155 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell The laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great Beattie 537 Lady Nairn 103 There never yet was flower fair in vain 7. R. Lowell 127 The lark sings for joy in her own loved land There's a grim one-horse hearse Thos, Noel 252 Anonymous 354 There's a rustling in the rushes RW. Raymond 731 The latter rain,-it falls in anxious haste Fones Very 316 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339 Burns 159 The little brown squirrel hops in the corn There's no dew left on the daisies and clover Jean Ingelor 14 Spenser The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir 7. Suckling 124 There was a jovial beggar Anonymous 732 The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429 There was a sound of revelry by night Byron 400 The melancholy days are come W.C. Bryant 370 There was a time when meadow, grove Wordsworth 622 The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. Kingsley 198 There was music on the midnight Mrs. Hemans 214 The merry, merry lark was up and singing There were three sailors of Bristol City Thackeray 766 Chas. K’ingsley 210 The road was lone ; the grass was dank T. B. Read The midges dance aboon the burn . R. Tannahill 299 The rose is fairest when 't is budding new Scott 365 The might of one fair face sublimes my love ('Trans The rose looks out in the valley (Translation of lation of J. E. Taylor) M. Angelo 43 John Bowring) Gil Vicente 348 The minstrel boy to the war is gone T, Moore 455 The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways W. C. Bryant 470 The mistletoe hung in the castle hall T. H. Bayly 205 The sea, the sea, the open sea Barry Cornwall 469 The moon had climbed the highest hill John Lowe The seraph Abdiel, faithful found Milton 200 635 202 188 201 21 318 . These are thy glorious works, Parent of Good Thou alabaster relic ! while I hold Horace Smith 544 Milton 261 Thou art gone to the grave Bishop Heber 180 These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Thou art, O God, the life and light T. Moore 281 Thomson 321 Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew W.C. Bryant 365 The hades of eve had crossed the glen S. Ferguson 22 Though the hills are cold and snowy H. B. Stowe 534 The shadows lay along Broadway N. P. Willis 223 Though the mills of God grind slowly Longfellow 615 The silly lainbs to-day R. Barter 259 Thought is deeper than all speech C. P. Cranch 566 The snow had begun in the gloaming J. R. Lowell 184 Though when other maids stand by Chas. Swain 110 The soul of music slumbers in the shell Rogers 585 Thou happy, happy elf!. T. Hood 7 The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie A. Cunningham 121 Spenser 636 The stay at eve had drunk his fill Scott 515 Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream John Logan 201 The stag too, singled from the herd Thomson 514 Three fishers went sailing out into the west The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Chas. Kingsley 483 Byron 532 Three poets, in three distant ages born Dryden 701 The stately homes of England Mrs. Hemans 137 | Three students were travelling over the Rhine The storm is out; the land is roused (Translation of (Translation of J. S. Dwight). Uhland Charles T. Brooks) Körner 452 Three years she grew in sun and shower Wordsworth The summer and autumn had been so wet Southey 688 Through her forced, abnormal quiet C. G. Halpine 77 The summer sun is falling soft Thos. Davis 282 The summer sun was sinking John Anster 668 Timely blossom, Infant fair A. Phillips 7 The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond 'Tis a dozen or so of years ago · Anonymous 763 R. Tannahill 50 'T is a fearful night in the winter time C.G. Eastman 320 The sun is warm, the sky is clear Shelley 228 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white The sunlight fills the trembling air . E. C. Stedman 371 Shakespeare 39 The sunlight glitters keen and bright Whittier 473'T is believed that this harp T. Moore 172 The sun sets in night P. Freneau 215 / 'T is done, – but yesterday a king! Byron 711 The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown Byron 400 Anonymous 148 'T is morning; and the sun with ruddy orb The sun sinks softly to his evening post R. H. Newell 775 Cowper The sun that brief December day Whittier 323 ’T is much immortal beauty to admire Lord Thurlow 566 The sun upon the lake is low Scott 154 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron 303 The time hath laid his mantle by Charles of Orleans 306 ’T is over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers 677 The wanton troopers, riding by A. Marvell 238 'T is past, — the sultry tyrant of the South Shelley A. L. Barbauld 315 The warrior bowed his crested head Mrs. Hemans 213 'Tis sweet to hear Byron 583 The waters purled, the waters swelled (Translation 'T is sweet to view, from half past five to six of Charles T. Brooks) Goethe James Smith 771 The weather leach of the topsail shivers C. Thaxter 477 'T is the last rose of summer T. Moore 365 The wind blew wide the casement W.G. Simms 590 | ’T is the middle watch of a summer's night The winter being over Ann Collins 306 7. R. Drake 658 The wisest of the wise . W.S. Landor 608 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved Byron 229 The word of the Lord by night R. I. Emerson 460 To be, or not to be, - that is the question The world is too much with us Wordsworth 297 Shakespeare 216 They are all gone into the world of light H. Vaughan 183 To clothe the fiery thought R. W. Emerson 625 They are dying ! they are dying ! Mac-Carthy 457 To gild refined gold, to paint the lily Shakespeare 575 They come ! the merry summer months To heaven approached a Sufi saint (Translation of W. Motherwell 310 William R. Alger) Dschellaleddin Rumi 262 The year stood at its equinox . C. G. Rossetti 44 To him who, in the love of Nature, holds They sain would sally forth, but he (Translation) W.C. Bryant 621 Anonymous 410 Toil on! toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475 They made her a grave too cold and damp Toll for the brave Cowper 484 T. Moore 643 Toll for the dead, toll, toll! R. R. Bowker 541 They tell me I am shrewd with other men Toll! Roland, toll ! Theo Tilton 540 Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry They waked me from my sleep L. H. Sigourney 194 F. Cary) Charles of Orleans 190 The young May moon is beaming, love T. Moore 70 To make this condiment your poet begs Sidney Smith 562 Think not I love him, though I ask for him To men of other minds my fancy flies Goldsmith 530 Shakespeare 64 Too late I stayed, — forgive the crime ! This book is all that 's left me now G. P. Morris 178 W. R. Spencer 617 This is the forest primeval Longfellow 548 Torches were blazing clear Mrs. Hemans 212 This life, sae far 's I understand Burns 611 T' other day as I was twining Leigh Hunt 66 This region, surely, is not of the earth Rogers 536 To the sound of timbrels sweet H. H. lilman 124 This was the ruler of the land Geo. Croly 179 This way the noise was, if mine ear be true To write a verse or two is all the praise Geo. Herbert 269 Milton 637 Tread softly, — bow the head Caroline Bowles 252 Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! Trembling, before thine awful throne T. Hillhouse 277 T. Moore 228 , Trochee trips from long to short. Coleridge . 562 . 279 . 12 12 255 Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel Tennyson 591 What hope is there for modern rhyme Tennyson 183 Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn Sydney Dobell 94 What is death? 'T is to be free . George Croly 613 'T was all prepared ; - and from the rock Scott 394 What is the existence of man's life? Henry King 253 'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden 585 What is the little one thinking about? J. G. Holland 3 "T was in the prime of summer time T. Hood 697 | What 's fame? - a fancied life in other's breath 'T was late in the autumn of '53 Anonymous 761 Pope 594 "T was morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow What shall I do with all the days and hours F.A. Kemile 157 'Twas on the shores that round our coast W. S. Gilbert 735 What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod 'T was the night before Christmas C. C. Moore 632 Campbell 606 'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hell What, was it a dream ? am I all alone S. T. Bolton 3.82 Miss Fanshawe 591 What would you have, you curs . Shakespeare 601 Two barks met on the deep mid-sea Mrs. Hemars 34 Wheel me into the sunshine Sydney Dobell 242 Two hands upon the breast Miss Mulock 177 When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame Two pilgrims from the distant plain Mac-Carthy 66 Thome 19 Two went to pray? O, rather say Richard Crashaw 259 When all thy mercies, O my God! Addison Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Longfellow 419 Whenas in silks my Julia goes . R. Herrick Under my window, under my window T. Westwood Whenas the Palmer came in hall . Scott 237 Underneath the sod low-lying . 7. T. Fields 190 When Britain first, at Heaven's command Thomson 442 Underneath this sable hearse Ben Jonson 709 Whence could arise this mighty critic Churchill 703 Under the greenwood tree Shakespeare 325 When chapman billies leave the street Burns 633 Untremulous in the river clear 7. R. Lowell 313 When chill November's surly blast Burns 234 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb Watts 175 When Delia on the plain appears Lord Lyttelton 55 Up from the meadows rich with corn Whittier 448 When descends on the Atlantic . Longfellow 473 Up from the South at break of day T. B. Read 449 Whene'er with haggard eyes I view Geo. Canning 726 Up! quit thy bower! Joanna Baillie 68 When first I saw sweet Peggy Samuel Loter 51 Up springs the lark Thomson 341 When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond C. E. Norton Up the dale and down the bourne Geo, Darley 30 When Freedom, from her mountain height Whittier FR. Drake 447 Vital spark of heavenly flame ! Pope 262 When gathering clouds around I view Sir R. Grant 274 Waken, lords and ladies gay Scott 513 Geo. Horbert 591 Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives John Hay When icicles hang by the wall Shakespeare 319 740 Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed When I consider how my light is spent Milton When I do count the clock that tells the time 452 Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman 622 Shrkespeare 617 When in the chronicle of wasted time We are two travellers, Roger and I 7. T. Trowbridge 417 Shakespeare Weehawken ! In thy mountain scenery yet When in the storm on Albion's coast. R. S. Sharge 481 Halleck When Jordan hushed his waters still Campbell 272 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower Burns When leaves grow sear all things take sombre hue Weep ye no more, sad fountains ! 7. Dowland 575 Anonymous 317 Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie Burns When Love with unconfinéd wings Col. R. Lorelace 48 340 Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town W. Miller When maidens such as Hester die . Chas. Lamb 5 Welcome, maids of honor ! R. Herrick When Music, heavenly maid, was young W'm. Collins 2017 Welcome, welcome, do I sing. W'm. Browne 40 298 When on my bed the moonlight falls Tennyson We parted in silence, we parted by night 183 Mrs. Crawford 151 When shall we all meet again Anonymous 225 Were I as base as is the lowly plain 7. Sylvester 115 When that my mood is sad and in the noise W.G. Simms 329 Werther had a love for Charlotte Thackeray 764 When the black-lettered list to the gods was preWe sat by the fisher's cottage (Translation of Charles Heinrih Heine 529 sented G. Leland) W.R. Spencer 135 Corvper 435 We scatter seeds with careless hand 574 We stood upon the ragged rocks A. C. Swinburne 305 W. B. Glazier 300 When the hounds of spring When the hours of day are numbered Longfellow We talked with open heart and tongue Wordsworth 177 33 We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh Hunt) T. Randolph 655 Shelley Coates Kinney 592 We were crowded in the cabin 7. T. Fields 481 When the Sultan Shah-Zaman T. B. Aldrich 107 We were not many, — we who stood C. F. Hoffman 406 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought We wreathed about our darling's head M. W. Lowell 210 Shakespeare 34 What a moment, what a doubt!. Anonymous 763 When we two parted Byron I SO What, and how great the virtue and the art When your beauty appears Thos. Parnell 77 Lines and Couplets from Pope 625 Where are the swallows fled ? Miss Procter 348 What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705 Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays Brownell 755 What change has made the pastures sweet Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? Coleridge Sir W. Jones 459 Wordsworth 595 What different dooms our birthdays bring! Where noble Grafton spreads his rich domains R. Bloomfield 422 What hid'st thou in thy treasure caves and cells? Where, O, where are the visions of morning? 0. W. Holmes 725 550 368 366 167 385 |
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