478 . 201 158 . Where shall the lover rest Scott 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 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 . 21 ! 43 . 3451 On a hill there grows a flower . .V. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening at EC Sterus y On Alpide heights the love of God is shed ( I'ransla- Our life is twoloid, weep has its own w.d tion of Charles I. Brooks). Arummacher 332 byrjum O Nancy, wilt thou go with me T. l'eroy, D). D. 71. Our revels now are ended Sharp #r On came the whirlwind - like the last Scott 402 Out of the bosom of the Air Lungu Once Switzerland was free! 7. S. K’nowles 437 Out of the cover and blue-eyed grass Once there was a gardener (From the German of Ju X Picado Miller). 7.C. Mangan 727 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade K & Coruny 28 Ouce this soft turf, this rivulet's sands 11°.C. Bryunt 373 Ov all the housen o' the pirace , Once upon a midnight dreary. E. A. Por 652. Over hill, over dale, BI One day, as I was going by T. Hand 8 Over the river they beckon to me TB. a day One hue of our flag is taken · RH. Neus 1 775 "0, what can all thee, knight at-arms' Aruta One more unfortunate T. Hood 250 "O) what is that comes giiding in "" T. B 4. . . - 1 tỷ () no, no, - let me lie I kn l’ier pont 379 O whistle, and I 'll come to you, my lad burns O North, with all thy vales of green! W'. C. Bryani 275 (), now forever Shakespeare 6po, why should the spirit of mortal be proud On Richmond Hill there lives a lass l'pton 51 On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden (wild west-wind, thou breath Whitler 363 0), will ye choose to hear the news? On the cross-beam under the Old South beil () winter! wilt thou never, never go? 4. day .V. l'. Willis 341 O World ! O Life! O Time ! Show On what foundations stands the warrior's pride () ye wha are sae guld yoursel' . buru Shason 700 (), young Lochinvar is come out of the west On woodlands ruddy with autumn W.C. Bryant 382 Sie On yonder hull a castie stands Anonymous 509) Pack clouds away, and welcome day 7. hortum O perfect light, which shaid away A. Humne 371 , Parthasius stood, gazing forgetiully W.F. W sinus 0, pour upon my soul again W'. Allston 227 Pauline, by pride Buitarr Lytin $3. O reader! hast thou ever stood to see Southey o Pause not to dream of the future before us O reverend sir, I do declare F. M. Whitcher 768 FS Monde" O'Ryan was a man of might Miles O'Reilly 7301 Peace! let the long procession come R. H.31 ... > O sacred Head, now wounded l'aul Gerhard: 276 Peace ! what can tears avail?. Barry! :33 O, saw ye bonnie Lesley BRS • Sir C. Seky O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een? Pibroch of Donuil Dha S.art R Ryan 50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray O say, can you see by the dawn's early light Wier F. S. Kry 447 Pleasant it was, when words were green Lanches O say, what is that thing called Light C. (1.ber 244 Pieasing 't is. O modest Moon! . H.AM *** O, sing unto my roundelay! T. Chatterton 206 Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands O, snatched away in beauty's bloom! Byron RH N4 O that the chemist's magic art Korres 607, “Praise God from whom all blessings for ** O that those lips had language . Corper 181 O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee Praise to Cond, immortal praise A L arhead! Thos Darris 136 Prize thou the nightingale (Translation of John O the broom, the yellow broom! lary Horwitt 366 Bowring) . . M. Tipo O the charge at Balaklava ! A. B. Meek 406 (the days are gone when beauty bright T Moore 167. Put the broidery frame away . . E A Bron 139 O, the French are on the say! Anonymous 455 ( the gallant fisher's life Sur HW638 Quivering fears, heart tearing cares Chalkhill O then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you Rear high thy bleak majestic hills Shakespeare 656 Rest there awhile, my bearded lance TO R Nat. A Bary ( 14 Othou of home the guardian Lar 7. R Lowell 150 Rise, sleep no more. (thou vat (kean! Barry Corniull 472 Rock of Ages, cleft for me O trifling toys that toss the brains Mrs. He is ARONY INous 611 Rome, Rome! thou art no more O unexpected stroke, worse than of death * Room for the leper! Room!" San 232 Roprecht the Robber is taken at last Shry O unseen spirit! now a calm divine John Sterling 209 Said I not so, - that I would sun no more Our band is few, but true and tried H'. C. Bryant 446 G H gorage Our bugles sang truce, - for the night-cloud had Samiasa ! I call thee, I await thee lowered . Campbell 378 Saviour, when in dust to thee . . So & Greet * Our Father Land : and wouldst thou know Say over again, and yet once over again E B 17 118 188 1 521 225 . . . . She says, . 58 Pope 21 Say, ye that know, ye who have felt R. Bloomfield 340 Spirit that breathest through my lattice W. C. Bryant 299 T. Hood T. Nash 309 See, O see! Lord Bristol 326 St. Agnes' Eve, – ah, bitter chill it was John Keats 117 See, the flowery spring is blown . John 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 Shall I, wasting in despair . Geo. Wither 64 Star that bringest home the bee . Campbell 300 Shaine upon thee, savage monarch - man | Stay, jailer, stay, and hear my woe! Geo. M. Lewis 236 M. F. Tupper 598 Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake Mrs. Opie 247 Shed no tear, O, shed no tear. John Keats 657 Still to be neat, still to be drest Ben Jonson 593 She dwelt among the untrodden ways Wordsworth 194 Stop, mortal! here thy brother lies Eben. Elliott 705 She is a winsome wee thing Burns I 26 Such were the notes thy once-loved poet sung 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 Beaumont and Fletcher 340 “The cock crows, - hark!" (Chinese) 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 eves R. Herrick 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 7. W. Palmer 23 Shines the last age RW. 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 7. S. Davight 419 Shut, shut the door, good Johp ! 602 Sweetly breathing vernal air T. Carew 303 Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade Silent nymph, with curious eye! John Dyer 327 Couper 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 Since our foes to invade us . Anony mous 444 Charles T. Brooks) Korner 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. Sare 744 Take, O, take those lips away Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing ! T. T. Stoddart 520 Shakespeare and yohr Fletcher 168 Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Geo. Colman 756 Take the open air Anonymous 415 Sit down, sad soul, and count Barry Cornwall 268 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean Six skeins and three, six skeins and three Alice Carey 98 Tennyson 223 Six years had passed, and forty ere the six Tell me not in mournful numbers Longfellow 582 Geo. Crabbe 226 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde R. Lovelace 145 Sleek coat, eyes of fire Anonymous 6 Tell me where is fancy bred 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 Slowly thy flowing tide Sonthey 612 That Heaven's beloved die early Eben. Elliott 706 So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson 407 That I love thee, charming maid W'm. Maginn 42 So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Whittier 713 Softly woo away her breath Barry Cornwall 179 That which her slender waist confined Waller 50 Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er Scott 374 "That 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 Byron Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face The autumn is old T. Hood H. Bonar 276 The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne Some years ago, ere time and taste W. M. Praed 560 Shakespeare 558 So nigh is grandeur to our dust R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one ; we take no note of time So the truth 's out. I'll grasp it like a snake Young 616 Mis Mulock 165 The bird let loose in eastern skies T. Moore 259 Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea The blessed damozel leaned out D. G. Rosselli 644 T. Moore 283 The blessed morn has come again Ralph Hoyt 320 Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Vewell 775 The boy stood on the burning deck Mrs. Hemans 487 Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil ! The breaking waves dashed high Mrs. Ilemans 461 F. B. Harte 731 The brilliant black eye T. Moore 46 . 718 3% 316 |
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