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BERR: ar/F 340
She says. The cock cras - dari

Sweet and sweet
Transmise per i ÅA 14: Sweet Adun: jos olhe per
Sbe skrek sea, and ber sesi nad

¿ E Laut 215 Sweet, be separadas tres
Sbees = a fashiocable parole. Suara :: Sweet bard: thai szg sanayide carxon
Se se od breas high and the man THN
Se ss a beauty, Se the sight Byrne 44 Sweet day, somel scam, so brachte
She was a potom of deügb:

Sweeter and sweeter Sses the cast age

* ". Emryse cas Sweetest seriour, if my sal She is the debt eape of the nighi TB, * 3n Swee: Highland Gr, a reny shower Sbrid au d acquaintance be furgot

609 Sweet is the peasure Ssbut the door, good Juba!

601 Saeery breathing verral air


Sweet saram, that wipis rarough yonier gade Sect Dyosh, with cuma sese! 7:2x per

327 Sisce factica ebbs, and rogues grew out: fash.ca Swir walk over the westem are Senty

Dsr 735 Sword op my lett side gecaming (Trarsiasion of Sisce our foes to inrade us .

Charles T. Rrucks) Since there's no be.pe, - come ler es kisse ard Take back into thy bosom, earth parte .

V. Drasi 150 Take one example to our purpose cuite iwi i ne po So-gog through the forests.

5. G Sere :44 Take, (), take those ips away Sa sweet thrushes, ferth ar I sing! T. 7. St. 11351 320

Sewery a *** Foto dopo
Sr Marmaduke was a hearty knight Goa CAPRI :55 Take the open air

S:dow, sad soul, ard count Barry Cormac 28 Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
Suskeins ard three, sex skeins and three Aday Card
Six years had passed, and forty ere the six

Tell me not in mournful numbers Ime uva mer

Goo. Cha 226 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde
Seek coat, eyes of fire
བའི **་ ༡ 1, 6 Tell me where is faner bred

Sieep breathes at last from out thee Lig! Ham 15 Tell me, re winged winds
Sleepco: and dream of Heaven awhile ! Rogers 47 Thank Heaven! the crisis
Seep! - The ghostly winds are biowing

Thanks untraced to lips unknown

Barry Corntua? 172 That cach who seems a separate whole frauts*** Sical thy flowing tide.

Sentky 612 That Heaven's beloved die early So a'i day fong the noise of battle rolled Tennyson 407 That I love thee, charming maid So fa en so lost! the light withdrawn II hirtier

13 Sur y noo away her breath Barry Corntent? 179 That which her slender waist confined 11. Suidier, rest! thy warfare o'er


374 That you have wreed me doth appear in tlies So many worlds, so much to do , Tem*78** 183

Sed lasman
Somebody 's courting somebody Anonymous The abbess was of noble blood .
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land

The angel of the tlowers, one day ( Translation)

Ar... der 308
Some of your hurts you have cured R. H. Emerson 025 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the toid
Some say that kissing 's a sin
Anonymous 79

Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face

The autumn is old

H. Bonar 276 The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne
Some years ago, ere time and taste W', M. Praed 500

Skundesart 898
So nigh is grandeur to our dust R. W. Emerson 025 The bell strikes one ; we take no note of time
So the truth 's out. I'll grasp it like a snake


616 Vis Vri'ack 165 The bird let loose in eastern skies Tem Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea

The biessed damozel leaned out D G Rossetti

T. Noore 283 The blessed morn has come again Xalpe Hort Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell 775 The bov stood on the burning deck

Mrs. Homans #NY
Speak, 0 man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! The breaking waves dashed high

Mrs. H. Mund 4t
F. B. Harte 731
The brilliant black eye

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The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by

The moon it shines

Ckas T. Brooks 6
Jones Very 325 The moon 's on the lake, and the mist 's on the brae
The careful hen


'I he casted crag of Drachenfels Byron 331 The more we live, more brief appear Campbell
The ack is growing

Wordstrierth 307 The morning dawbed full darkly H'.E.Agloun (77 The comet! he is on his way (). H. Helmet 757 The Moth's kiss, first!

R. Browning Bo The conference-meeting through at last E.C. Stedman 619 The Muse's fairest light in no dark time y Cirreiand you The curfew toils the knell of parting day

Then before all they stand, the holy vow Repro 125

T.Gray 219 The night comes stealing o'er me (Translation of The day is cold; and dark, and dreary Longfellow 228

Charles G Leiand)

Heinrich Heine 670 The day returns, my bosom bums Burns

127 The night is late, the house is still 7 W' Palmer 37 The dew was falling fasi, the stars began to blink

The night was winter in his roughest mood Couper

Wordsworth 13 Then took the generous bost Bayard Taylor 3 *The dreamy rhymer's measured snore W. S. Landor 711 The ocran at the bidding of the moon C. Teneytom The dule 's i' this bonnet o' mine EduW'augh 79 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower Jean lugelow and The elder folk shook hands at last Whittier 285 The path by which we twain did go Tennys*

37 The Emperor Nap, he would set out Southey 402 The play is done, the curtain drops Thixkenay

783 The face of all the world is changed, I think

The poetry of earth is never dead John Krals

E. B. Brotuning 110 The point of honor has been deemed of use Couper $9) The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Brotaning 218 The quality of mercy is not strained Shilespeare 574 'The Falien looked on the worid and sneered

The rain dropa plash, and the dead leaves fall Sarah E. Carmichael 654 (Translation).

Gruter The farmer's wife sat at the door ANONYMS 19 There all the happy souls that ever were Ben Jonson 'The filth day of May

John Hledges 736 There also was a Nun, a Pnoress Chimier $59 'The fire of love in youthful blood Earl of Donet so 'There are gains for all our lones R 11 Stoddard 27 "I he first time that the sun ruse on thine oath

There are a number of us creep

E. B. Browning 111 There are some hearts like wells Carolsmes Sammer sin The forward violet thus did I chide Shakespeare 41 There are who say the lover's heart T. K. Henry 121 The fountains mingle with the river Skelley 57 There came to the beach a pour exile of Ena The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night

Ca st2 457 Miss Gould 63] There is a calm for those who weep Montgomery 1 g The frugal snail, with fouterust of reprer Lamb 79) There is a dungeon in wbuse dm drear lighe The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson 625

Byron The glories of our birth and state Jas. Skirley 1*There is a flower, a little flower Montgomery > The gorse is yellow on the heath Charlotte Smith 346 There is a garden in her face

Raf Hason The gray sea and the long black land R. Broming 85 There is a glupinus (Hy in the Sea Rogers

$31 The groves were God's first temples 1.C. Rryant 358 There is a green island in icar (rugaure Bama The half-seen memones of childish days A. De l'ere

7. 9. Callanan 456 The harp that once through Tara's halls 1. Moore 455 There is a land, of every land the pride Monigomery » The heath this night must be my bed Scott 144 There is a land of pure delight The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! Watts 28. There's a land that beans a world known name The hollow winds begin to blow А ягнуто 313

E1124 Cod 44) 'The isies of Greece, the isles of Greece! Byron 464 There is an hour of peaceful rest H B. Tappan Mony The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair

There is a peasure in the puhien wunds Byron Thomas Ingoldshy, E 19 752 There is a Reaper whese name is Death Longfellow The jester shook his hood and bells G.I. I kornbury 018 There is a ride in the attairs of men Shadripare Sos The keener tempests rise, and fuming dun Thomson 319 There is no flock, however watched and tended The kiss, dear maid, thy ip las lett byron

175 The Lady Jane was tall and som

There lived a singer in France, of old À cwinburne 195 I komas lugelitshy, Esq. 755 There ived in (thic days, as legends te!! The laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great

Rruftre Lady Nairn 103 There never vet was flower fair in vain 7 R. Lell 137 The lark sings for joy in her own loved land

There's a grım one horse hearse ገና ፡ ይ ፡ ፡

Anonymous 354 There's a rusing in the rushes Ril" laymond 7J The latter rain. - it falls in anxious haste Jones l'ory 316 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon pien 1 he lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 319


199 The little brown squirrel hops in the corn

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover
R. H. Mall 775

Jean Ingrie 14
The little gate was reached at last 7. R. Loteell There the most daintie paradise on ground
The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison 383

The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir J. Suckline 124 There was a jevia! beggar.
The maid who binds her warnor's sash T. B. Read There was a spind of revelry by night By***
The melancholy days are come W.C Bryant 370 There was a time when meadow, grove
'The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. Kingsley 198 There was music on the midnight

Mrs. Hem R3:4 The merry, merry lark was up and singing

There were three silors of Br stol City 7 de na korir

Chas Kingsley 210 lhe road was lone : the grass was dank 7 & Read The midges dance aboon the bur) . R. Tanrakıl 399 The rose is faites: when 't is budding new Scott The might of one tair tace sublimes my love ( I'rans. The rose looks out in the valley (I ranslation of lation of J. E. Taylor) M. Angelo 43 John Bowring).

Gu l'armte The minstrel boy to the war is gone 1. Mure 455 The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways H. C Bramt 470 "The mistletoe hung in the castie hall 7. H. Bayly 305 The sea, the sea, the open sea Barry Contrail * 'l te moon had climbed the highest hill John Low 203 The seraph Abdtel, faithful tound Milton

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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 The silly larobs 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 Burns 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 stay at eve had drunk his fill Scott 515 Thy braes were bondy, 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)



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 687 Through life's vapors dimly seeing Conder 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 '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 | ’T is done, – but yesterday a king ! Byron 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


154 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron 303 The time hath laid his mantle by Charles of Orleans 306 'Tis 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 .

A. L. Barbauld 315 The warrior bowed his crested head Mrs. Hemans 213 'T is 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 417 '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


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)

1)schellaleddin 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, tolli'. R. R. Bowker 541 They tell me I am shrewd with other men

Toll! Roland, toll!

Theo. Titox 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 61 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

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 26

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 fronı long to short. Coleridge


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