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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 shades 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 lambs to-day

R. Barter 259 Thought is deeper than all speech C. P. Cranch 566 The snow had begun in the gloaming 7. 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
E. B. Browning 110

A. Cunningham 121 The spacious firmament on high . A. Marvell 280 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray Burus

188 The spearmen heard the bugle sound W.R. Spencer 515 Thou still unravished bride of quietness John Keats 634 The spice-tree lives in the garden green John Sterling 657 Tho, when as all things readie were aright The splendor falls on castle walls Tennyson 331

Spenser 636 The stag 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

Three years 452

she grew in sun and shower Wordsworth The summer and autumn had been so wet Southey 688 Through her forced, abnormal quiet C. G. Haljine 77 The summer sun is falling soft Thos. Davis 687 Through life's vapors dimly seeing Conder

282 The summer sun was sinking John Anster 668 Timely blossom, Infant fair

A. Phillips The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond 'T is a dozen or so of years ago Anonymous

768 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
'Tis done, – but yesterday a king ! Byron

711 The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home

'Tis midnight : on the mountains brown Byron

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
The warm sun is failing
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 670

James Smith 771 The weather leach of the topsail shivers C. Thaxter 477 'T is the last rose of summer

T. Tloore 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 'T is time this heart should be unmoved Byron 229 The word of the Lord by night R. W. 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 fain 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 !

Teo. 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

5.30 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. Vilman 124 This was the ruler of the land Geo. Croly 430 To weary hearts, to mourning homes Whittier

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

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Tennyson 183
George Croly 613
Henry King 253

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel
Tennyson 591 | What hope is there for modern rhyme
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn. Sydney Dobell 94 What is death? 'Tis to be free.
'T was all prepared; and from the rock Scott
What is the existence of man's life?
"T was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden
What is the little one thinking about? 7. G. Holland 3
T. Hood
What's fame?— a fancied life in other's breath
Anonymous
Pope
What shall I do with all the days and hours

"I was in the prime of summer time

"T was late in the autumn of '53

"T was morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow

F. A. Kemble 157

W. L. Bowles 332

'T was 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
'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hell

Miss Fanshawe 591
Mrs. Hemans 34
Miss Mulock 177
Mac-Carthy 66

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190

Two barks met on the deep mid-sea
Two hands upon the breast
Two pilgrims from the distant plain
Two went to pray? O, rather say Richard Crashaw 259
Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Longfellow 419
Under my window, under my window T. Westwood
Underneath the sod low-lying.
J. T. Fields
Underneath this sable hearse
Ben Jonson 709
Under the greenwood tree
Shakespeare 325
Untremulous in the river clear
J. R. Lowell 313
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb
Watts
Up from the meadows rich with corn Whittier
Up from the South at break of day T. B. Read
Up! quit thy bower!
Joanna Baillie 68
Thomson
W. Allingham 667
Geo. Darley 311
Whittier
377
262

449

Up springs the lark

341

Up the airy mountain

Up the dale and down the bourne
Up the streets of Aberdeen

Vital spark of heavenly flame !
Waken, lords and ladies gay

513

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Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives
John Hay
Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed
Campbell
Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman
We are two travellers, Roger and I 7. T. Trowbridge 417
Weehawken! In thy mountain scenery yet

Halleck
Burns

550 368 575

7. Dowland

Burns

Wee, modest, crimson-tippéd flower
Weep ye no more, sad fountains!
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town W. Miller
Welcome, maids of honor!
R. Herrick 366
Welcome, welcome, do I sing.
Wm. Browne 40
We parted in silence, we parted by night

340
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Mrs. Crawford 151
7. Sylvester 115
Thackeray 764

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Pope
Scott

We scatter seeds with careless hand
We stood upon the ragged rocks
We talked with open heart and tongue
We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh

Were I as base as is the lowly plain
Werther had a love for Charlotte
We sat by the fisher's cottage (Translation of Charles
Heinrich Heine 529
John Keble 574
W. B. Glazier 300
Wordsworth 33

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Hunt)
T. Randolph 655
We walked along, while bright and red Wordsworth 193
We watched her breathing through the night T. Hood 188
We were crowded in the cabin
7. T. Fields 481
We were not many, we who stood C. F. Hoffman 406
We wreathed about our darling's head M. W. Lowell 210
What a moment, what a doubt!. Anonymous 763
What, and how great the virtue and the art
Lines and Couplets from Pope 625
What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705
What change has made the pastures sweet

When all thy mercies, O my God!
Whenas in silks my Julia goes.
Whenas the Palmer came in hall.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command Thomson
Whence could arise this mighty critic Churchill
When chapman billies leave the street
When chill November's surly blast
When Delia on the plain appears
175
448 When descends on the Atlantic.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
When first I saw sweet Peggy

234

Burns
Burns
Lord Lyttelton 55
Longfellow
Geo. Canning 726
Samuel Lover 51

473

When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond

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When in the storm on Albion's coast.
When Jordan hushed his waters still
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When Freedom, from her mountain height

7. R. Drake 447
When gathering clouds around I view Sir R. Grant 274
When God at first made man
Geo. Herbert 591
Shakespeare 319
When I consider how my light is spent Milton 265
When I do count the clock that tells the time

When icicles hang by the wall

594

19 279

41 237

442

When Love with unconfinéd wings
When maidens such as Hester die.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young
When o'er the mountain steeps
When on my bed the moonlight falls
When shall we all meet again
When that my mood is sad and in the noise

W. G. Simms 329
When the black-lettered list to the gods was pre-
sented
.W. R. Spencer 125
When the British warrior queen Cowper 435
When the hounds of spring
A. C. Swinburne 305
When the hours of day are numbered Longfellow 177

C. E. Norton 12

703

628

Shakespeare 617
Shakespeare 42
R. S. Sharpe 481
Campbell 272
sombre hue
Anonymous 317
Col. R. Lovelace 48
Chas. Lamb 194

Wm. Collins 97
Rose Terry
Tennyson
Anonymous

298
183
225

When the lamp is shattered

When the sheep are in the fauld Lady
When the showery vapors gather
When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

Shelley 167 Anne Barnard 158 Coates Kinney 592 T. B. Aldrich 107

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Where shall the lover rest

Scott
172' Wi:h sorrow and heart's distress Milton

233 Where the bee sucks, there suck I Shakespeare 656 With that he fell upon the old man's neck Where the remote Bermudas ride A. Marvell

Southey 403 Whether with reason or with instinct blest l'ope 595 Which is the wind ihat brings the cold? E ( Stedman 334 Woodman, spare that tree !

G. P. Morris 28 Which I wish to remark

Francis Bret Harte 728 Word was brought to the Danish king C. E. Norton 207 While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling

Wouldst thou hear what man can say Ben Jonson 709 Byron

498 Would

ye be taught, ye feathered throng Shakespeare 701 While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels (Trans- Would

you
know why I summoned you together?

I lation of Samuel Rogers) Leonidas of Alexandria 1?

7. H. Payne 693 Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream M. A kenside 737 Year after year unto her feet

Tennyson 116 Whither, midst falling dew.

W.C. Bryant 353

Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams W. M. Praed 86 Whoe'er she be

R. Crashaw 69 Ye banks and braes and streams around Burns Whoever fights, whoever falls . R. W. Emerson 625 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon Burns Who has not dreamed a world of bliss ll’m. Howitt 312 Ye little snails.

A nonymous 357 Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere

Ye mariners of England

Campbell 485 T. Moore 337 Ye overseers and reviewers

Sterne

734 Who 'll press for gold this crowded street ? Anonymous 621 Ye powers

who rule the tongue

Cowper 594 Why, lovely charmer, tell me why Anonymous 47 “Yes," I answered you last night E. B. Browning 63 Why should this desert silent be? Shakespeare 38

Yes! there are real mourners

Geo. Crabbe 152 Why sits she thus in solitude ? A. B. Welby 620 Ye who would have your features florid Horace Smith 415 Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Sir 7. Suckling 169 You bells in the steeple

Jean Ingelow 541 Why thus longing, thus forever sighing H. Winslow 583 “You have heard,” said a youth Rolert Story 81 Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown

You know we French stormed Ratisbon R. Browning 398

Samuel Lover 75 You may give over plough, boys Sydney Dobell 226 Willie, fold your little hands

Miss Mulock 156 You meaner beauties of the night . Sir H. Wotton 41 Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day Shakespeare 147 You must wake and call me early Tennyson 239 With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed

Young Ben he was a nice young man T. Hood

746 Leigh Hunt 384 “Young, gay, and fortunate !" Each yields a With deep affection Father Prout 540 theme

Young With fingers weary and worn.

T. Hood 248 Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn Within the sober realm of leafless trees T. B. Read 548

Samuel Lover 107 With little here to do or see

ll'ordsworth 367 Your horse is faint, my king, my lord 7. G. Lockhart 404 With silent awe I hail the sacred moru ur.). Leyden 298 Your wedding-ring wears thin, dear wife W.C. Bennett 129

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