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Go where glory waits thee
Moore. 269 I am a friar of orders gray..

O'Keefe. 729
Great are the myths - I too delight in them. W.Whitman. 634 I am monarch of all I survey

Cowper, 641
Great God, whose sceptre rules the earth ...J. Quarles. 849 I arise from dreams of thee..

.. Shelley. 262
Green be the turf above thee
Halleck. 559 I ask not that my bed of death.

M. Arnola. 774
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass

Hunt. 54 I bade thee stay. Too well I know.....8. H. Whitman. 293
Gavener B. is a sensible man.

Lowell. 484 | I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers... Shelley: 63
I cannot eat but little meat.

Still. 428
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove !... .. Logan. 16 I cannot make him dead.

Pierpont. 157
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good.. ... Conley. 733 I come from the haunts of coot and hern.

Tennyson. 26
Hail to thee, blithe spirit !

...Shelley. 10 I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way ..Shelley. 27
Hail to the Lord's anointed.
..J. Montgomery. 799 I envy not, in any moods...

Tennyson. 165
Half a league, half a league..

Tennyson. 402 If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song. Collins. 97
Half-sleeping. by the fire I sit.
Mills. 561 I feel a newer life in every gale.

Hame, hame, hame! oh hame I fain. Cunningham. 380 If I desire with pleasant songs.

.Burbidge. 287
Hamelin town's in Brunswick.. R. Browning. 128 If I leave all for thee, wilt thou.. . Mrs. Browning. 246
Hans Breitmann gife a barty..
.. Leland. 483 I fill this cup to one made up.

Pinkney. 278
Happy art thon, whom God does bless. .. Cowley. 46 If it be true that any beauteous thing Michel Angelo. 245
Happy insect, can it be...
Anacreon. 53 If love were what the rose is..

Swinburne. 251
Happy insect, ever blest..

W. Harte. 54 If that the world and love were young Raleigh. 259
Happy songster, perched above.
Anacreon. 54 If the red slayer think he slays

Emerson. 714
Happy the man whose wish and care

Pope. 732 If this fuir rose offend.. Congreve and Somerville. 248
Hark! ah, the Nightingale..

.M. Arnold. 40 If thou must love me, let it be for.. Mrs. Browning. 246
Hark - hark! the lark at heaven's gate.... Shakespeare. 10 ou wert by my side, my love..

Heber. 340
Hark! some wild trumpeter.
W. Whitman. 669 If thou wilt ease thine heart.

Beddocs. 562
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city.. Mueller. 718 If to be absent were to be.

Lovelace. 255
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning..S.T. Coleridge. 110 If you become a nun, dear.

Hunt. 284
Hast thou seen that lordly castle.

Uhland. 563 I give thee treasures hour by hour. R. T. Cooke. 319
Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell... .S.T. Coleridge. 595 I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years. Moultrie. 151
Hear the sledges with the bells.
Poe. 665 I have got a new-born sister...

M. Lamb. 114
Ilear what God the Lord hath spoken

Cowper. 835 I have had playmates, I have had companions. C. Lamb. 170
He came across the meadow-pass. Anonymous. 237 I have ships that went to sea.

Coffin. 647
He filled the crystal goblet.
Hazewell. 384 I heard a sick man's dying sigh.

Praed. 481
Heigho," yawned one day King Francis. R. Browning. 210 I hear no more the locust beat..

Shepherd. 274
He is gone on the mountain.
.Scoit. 548 I in these flowery meads would be.

Walton. 14
Hence, all you vain delights. ... Beaumont and Fletcher. 726 I journey through a desert drear and wild.. Anonymous. 803
Hence, loathed Melancholy.
Milton. 698 I know not what it presages.

Heine. 595
Hence, vain deluding joys...

Milton. 700 I know that all beneath the moon decays... Drummond. 245
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling. Dibdin. 524 I like a church : I like a cowl

Emerson. 752
Here, here, oh here, Eurydice....

Lovelace. 309 I'll wreathe my sword in myrtle-bough Callistratus, 354
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere. Roberts. 42 I love, and have some cause to love, the earth.F. Quarles. 850
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear.
Burns. 265 I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone.......

Landor. 293
Here's a health to them that 's awa.
Burns. 377 I loved thee long and dearly..

.P. P. Cooke. 323
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
Tennyson. 822 I love to look on a scene like this.

Willis. 182
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare. Wordsworth. 141 I love to wander through the woodlands.S. H. Whitman. 82
Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee.
Herrick. 254 I mourn no more my vanished years.

Whittier. 815
Her suffering ended with the day.
.J. Aldrich. 541 I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary.

Dufferin. 535
He sang so wildly, did the boy.
.Burbidge. 124 I must not say that thou wert true.

M. Arnold. 322
He that loves a rosy cheek.
Carew'. 254 I'm wearin' awa', John....

Nairne. 827
He that of such a height hath built his mind. ... Danid. 704 In a coign of the cliff between lowland.. Swinburne. 91
He who died at Azan sends..
.E. Arnold. 783 In a dream of the night I was wafted away......

Ilyelop. 374
Hey, now the day's dawning
A. Montgomery. In darker days and nights of storm.

Parker. 820
Hie upon Hielands.

Anonymous. 496 I never gave a lock of hair away. Mrs. Browning. 246
Home they brought her warrior dead Tennyson. 159 In good King Charles's golden days.. Anonymous. 479
Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin. Thackeray: 729 In Ireland ferr over the sea...

Anonymous. 195
Ho, sailor of the sea..,

Dobel. 5:23 In Köln, a town of monks and bones Coleridge. 460
How are thy servants blest, O Lord,

Addison. 812 In London was young Beichan born.. Anonymous. 200
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my, Woodworth. 652 In martial sports I had my cunning tried.., .. Sidney. 244
How delicious is the winning

Campbell. 22 In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes.. Emerson. 31
How do I love thee? Let me count. Mrs. Browning. 246 In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay..... Dimond. 5:22
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean....... Herbert. 806 In summer, when the days were long... . Anonymous. 274
How happy is he born and taught..,

Wotton. 756 In the desert of the Holy Land I strayed Anonymous. 811
How like a winter hath my absence been... Shakespeare. 243 In the hour of my distress..

Herrick. 825
How little fades from earth when sink to rest.,Sterling. 679 In their ragged regimentals

Mc Master. 389
How little recks it where men lie.
Barry. 419 In the merrie moneth of Maye.

Breton. 247
How many paltry, foolish, painted things. . Drayton. 245 In the old churchyard of his native town.. Longfellow. 774
How many summers, love...
Cornwall, 313 In this world, the isle of dreams

Herrick. 743
How near me came the hand of death
Wither. 829 Into the silent land

. Salis. 539
How orient is thy beauty! How divine F. Quarles. 806 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan...

.8. T. Coleridge. 614
How seldom, friend, a good, great man..S.T. Coleridge. 742 In yonder dim and pathless wood..

Thland. 749
How should I your true love know.. Shakespeare. 257 Iphigenia, when she heard her doom

Landor. 509
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest.
Collins. 384 I remember, I remember.....

Hood. 144
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth.. Milton. 742 I said to sorrow's awful storm.

L. Stoddard. 737
How spake of old the Royal Seer.

Thackeray. 729 I sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden. Munby. 236
How stands the glass around ?.
Anonymous. 174 I saw him last on this terrace proud

H. Smith. 557
How sweet it were, if without feeble fright.. Hunt. 769 I saw him once before..

Holmes. 732
How sweetly doth my master sound.
Herbert. 805 I saw the twinkle of white feet.

Lowell. 674
How the earth burns! Each pebble under foot.. Blunt. 58 I saw two clouds at morning.

Brainard. 339
How vainly men themselves amaze..
Marvell. 45 I say to thee, do thon repeat..

Trench, 831
Hush I my dear, lie still and slumber. 1. Watts. 160 Is it come! they said, on the banks of the Nile. Brown. 745


I sought thee round about, O thou my God ... Heyrvood. 844 Loud he sang the psalm of David.. Longfellow. 764
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he..R. Browning. 385 Loud is the Summer's busy song:

Clare. 43
Is there for honest poverty...

Burns. 744 Loud wind I strong wind I sweeping o'er the. Craik. 106
Is there, when the winds are singing.. Blanchard. 122 Love comes back to his vacant dwelling. Dobson. 287
Is this a fast- to keep the larder lean, Herrick. 816 Love is a sickness full of woes,

Dante. 248
It is an ancient mariner..

.S. T. Coleridge. 615 Love is the blossom where there blows.. Fletcher. 253
It is a place where poets crowned Mrs. Browning. 685 Love knoweth every form of air.

Wilis. 287
It is not that my lot is low..
H. K. White. 561 Love me if I live.

Cornwall. 272
It is the miller's daughter..
.. Tennyson. 277 Love me little, love me long.

Anonymous. 250
It is the poet Uhland, from whose wreathings...Butler. 692 Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay. Norton. 332
It little profits that, an idle king.
Tennyson. 631 Love not me for comely grace..

Anonymous. 258
I too have suffered. Yet I know
M. Arnold. 321 Love thy mother, little one...

Hood. 119
It was a beauteous lady richly dressed. Norton. 3:22 Low spake the knight to the peasant-girl. Sterling. 313
It was a friar of orders gray

.Percy. 208
It was a summer evening..
Southey. 649 Maid of Athens, ere we part...

Byron. 22
It was many and many a year ago.

Pov. 325 Malbrouck, the prince of commanders. Anonymous. 430
It was not in the winter
Hood. 278 Many a year is in its grave

Uhland. 168
It was the calm and silent night.
Domett. 812 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale.

.. Scott. 379
It was the schooner Hesperus.
Longfellow. 520 Margarita first possessed...

Cowley. 283
It was the season when thro' all the land. Longfellow. 21 Martial, the things that do attain.

..Surrey. 698
I've taught thee love's sweet lesson o'er Darley. 279 Mary to her Saviour's tomb..

Newton. 801
I've wandered east, I've wandered west. Motherwell. 311 Maud Muller, on a summer's day.

Whittier. 314
I wandered by the brook-side..
Milnes. 277 Maxwelton braes are bonnie.

Douglas. 267
I wandered, lonely as a cloud..
Wordsworth. 30 May, queen of blossoms..

Thurlow. 8
I was thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile. Wordsworth. 70 May the Babylonish curse.

C. Lamb. 464
I weigh not fortune's frown or smile. . Sylvester. 702 Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning. J. F.Waller. 236
I went to her who loveth me no more... O'Shaughnessy. 295 Men have done brave deeds.

Anonymous. 416
I went to the garden of love..
Blake. 752 Methinks it is good to be here.

Knoucles. 778
I wish I were where Helen lies.

Anonymous. 497 Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour. Wordsworth. 417
I would I were an excellent divine.
Breton. 816 Mine be a cot beside the hill.

Rogers. 340
Moon of harvest, herald mild.

H. K. White. 100
Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good vizier
Hunt. 168 Mortal mixed of middle clay.,

Emerson. 718
Jenny kissed me when we met..
Hunt. 293 Mournfully ! oh, mournfully

Motherwell. 105
Jesus, lover of my soul..
Wesley. 808 Mourn, O rejoicing heart..

Anonymous, 736
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun..

Watts. 800 Much have I travelled in the realms of gold. Keats. 692
John Anderson, my jo, John
Burns. 844 My boat is on the shore...

Byron, 175
John Gilpin was a citizen.
Cowper. 452 My brier that smelledet sweet.

Landor. 33
Just for å handful of silver he left us .R. Browning. 555 My coachman, in the moonlight there.

Lowell. 725

My days among the dead are passed. R. Southey. 768
Ken ye anght of brave Lochiel
. Anonymous. 526 My dear and only love, I pray.

Montrose. 259
King Almanzor of Granada, he hath bid. .. Anonymous. 358 My dear Redeemer, and my God.

Watts. 807
King Charles, and who'll do him right now. R. Browning. 369 My ear-rings ! my ear-rings !.

Anonymous. 225
King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Wilman. 847 My God, I heard this day.

Herbert. 757
Kulnasatz, my reindeer.....
Anonymous. 201 My God, I love thee ! not because

Xavier. 802
My hair is gray, but not with years,

Byron. 512
Lars Porsena of Clusium..

Macaulay. 347 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains... Keats. 39
Last night, among his fellow roughs..
.Doyle. 415 My heart's in the Highlands.

Burns. 85
Late at e'en, drinking the wine... Anonymous. 488 My heid is like to rend, Willie.

Motherwell. 312
Laud the first spring daisies
Youl. 31 My life is like the summer rose.

.R. H. Wilde. 738
Lessons sweet of Spring returning,

Keble. 5 My loved, my honored, much-respected friend...Burns. 753
Let me move slowly through the street Bryant. 717 My love has talked with rocks and trees. Tennyson. 339
Let me not to the marriage of trae minds. Shakespeare. 244 My love he built me a bonny bower..... Anonymous. 497
Let observation, with extensive view
Johnson, 721 My minde to me a kingdom is..

Byrd. 705
Let those who are in favor with their stars. Shakespeare. 164 My mother bore me in the southern wild. Blake. 147
Life and Death are sisters fair.
. Anonymous. 766 My soul, there is a country.

Vaughan. 836
Life, I know not what thou art..
Barbauld. 782 My soul to-day.....

Read. 73
Life of life! Thy lips enkindle.
Shelley. 109 | My spirit longeth for thee.

Byrom. 811
Like a blind spinner in the sun

Jackson. 741 Mysterious Night! when our first parent. J. B. White. 101
Like Ætna's dread volcano, see the ample forge Dibdin. 645 My wind has turned to bitter north.

Clough. 738
Like as the damask rose you see

Wastel. 773
Like some vision olden...
Landon. 126 Nearer, my God, to thee..

Adams. 845
Like the violet, which alone.

Habington. 253 Needy knife-grinder, whither are you going... Canning. 461
Like to the falling of a star.
King. 773 Never any more..

R. Browning. 301
Lily on liquid roses floating.
Kenyon. 173 Next to thee, O fair gazelle.

B. Taylor. 56
Listed into the cause of sin.
Wesley. 818 Noblest Charis, you that are.

.Jonson. 249
Lithe and listen, gentlemen.

Anonymous. 423 No cloud, no relict of the sunken day...8. T. Coleridge. 40
Little inmate, full of mirth..
Bourne. 102 No god to mortals oftener descends.

Landor. 765
Little streams are light and shadow.
M. Howitt. 25 No more these simple flowers belong.

Whittier. 691
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked. Emerson. 749 No seas again shall sever...

Bonar. 837
Lochiel, Lochiel ! beware of the day. Campbell. 378 No stir in the air, no stir in the sea. .R. Southey. 520
Lo! here a little volume, but great book. Crashaw. 817 Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. Wolje. 556
Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine.
Merrick. 840 Not as all other women are...

Lowell. 276
Lone upon a mountain, the pine-trees wailing. Landon. 279 Nothing under the sun is new..

Cook. 731
Look at me with thy large brown eyes.

Craik. 117 Not in the swaying of the summer trees.. E. Arnold. 673
Look out upon the stars, my love..

Pinkney. 277 Not marble, nor the gilded monuments.... Shakespeare. 165
Lord, how long, how long wilt thou. Davison. 839 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul. Shakespeare. 244
Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate. Anonymous. 204 Not on a prayerless bed....

Mercer. 821
Lord, thou hast been thy people's rest..J. Montgomery. 851 Not ours the vows of such as plight.

Barton. 339
Lord, when those glorious lights I see. Wither. 794 Now glory to the Lord of hosts...

Macaulay. 367




Now is done thy long day's work..
Tennyson. 549 O say not that my heart is cold.

Wolfe, 739
Now ponder well, you parents dear. Anonymous. 138 O sing unto my roundelay...

Chatterton. 324
Now that Tom Dunstan 's cold..
Buchanan. 415 O, snatched away in beauty's bloom.

Byron. 548
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger...

Milton. 6 O talk not to me of a name great in story. Byron. 292
Now the lasty Spring is seen... Beaumont and Fletcher. 7| O, that last day in Lucknow fort.

Lowell. 414
Now there 's peace on the shore..

Lockhart. 381 O'that those lips had language! Life has passed. Cowper. 653
Now the third and fatal conflict for the Persian. Trench. 637 O that 'twere possible...

Tennyson. 308
O the Broom, the yellow Broom

.M. Howitt. 82
0, a dainty plant is the ivy green
Dickens. 93 0, the French are on the say.

Anonymous, 385
O Arranmore, loved Arranmore..
Moore. 744 O'the gallant fisher's life.

Chalkhil. 13
O beauteous God, uncircumscribed treasure..J. Taylor. 836 O the pleasant days of old.

Broron. 743
O blithe new-comer, I have heard..., Wordsworth. 16 O those little, those little blue shoes.

Bennett. 150
O, breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Moore. 549 O thou eternal One, whose presence bright ..Derzhavin. 852
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair.

... ... Scott, 239

O thou, that swing'st upon the waving ear. ... Lovelace. 53
Och hone! and what will I do..
Lover. 289 O thou, the wonder of all dayes,.

..Herrick. 550
O come away, make no delay..
Vaughan. 805 O thou whose fancies from afar..

Wordsworth, 121
O Death I thou tyrant fell and bloody

Burns. 545 O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang ... Keats. 50
O, did you see him riding down..

.Perry. 281 O Tim, did you hear of thim Saxons. Thackeray. 475
O dig a grave, and dig, it deep..
W. 8. Roscoe. 551 Our band is few, but true and tried.

Bryant. 389
O faint, delicious, spring-time violet..

.. Story. 34 Our bngles sang truce; for the night-cloud . Campbell. 649
Of all the thoughts of God that are.. Mrs. Browning. 764 Our life is twofold ; sleep hath its own world....

Byron. 296
O, fear not thou to die..

Anonymous. 825 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade Southey. 766
of Lentren in the first morning
Dunbar. 629 Over hill, over dale

Shakespeare. 578
Of mortal glory, O soon darkened ray Drummond. 774 Over the mountains,

Anonymous. 206
Of Nelson and the north.
Campbell. 403 Over the river they beckon to me,

Wakefield. 781
O for a closer walk with God.
. Cowper. 846 O waly, waly, up the bank..

Anonymous. 311
Oft as my lady sang for me.
Parsons. 673 O, wert thou in the cauld blast

Burns. 267
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray.
Wordsworth. 143 o, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

Keats. 579
Oft in the stilly night.
..Voore. 761 O when 'tis summer weather

Bowles. 44
Oft I see at twilight..
8. H. Whitman, 565 0, where do fairies hide their heads.

Bayly. 584
O gentle, gentle summer rain

Bennett. 62 o'wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from .Macaulay. 369
O God, my strength and fortitude.

Sternhold. 839 0, where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son, Anonymous. 492
O God, unseen but not unknown.. .J. Montgomery. 850 o, why should the spirit of mortal be proud... Knoc. 776
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky. Chatterton. 847 O'wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's... Shelley. 65
O happy sleep! that bear'st upon thy breast. ... Martin. 103 0, Willie's gane to Melville Castle..... Anonymous. 455
O happy Thames that didst my Stella bear. ..Sidney. 244 0, will ye choose to hear the news. Thackeray. 476
O, how much more doth beauty.
Shakespeare, 165 O world I o life! O time !..

Shelley. 562
o, it is great for our country to die
Percival. 354 0, yet we trust that somehow good

Tennyson. 821
0, Kenmure's on and awa, Willie

Burns. 377 0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west Scott. 238
O lady, leave thy silken thread.

lood. 675
O lady, thy lover is dead, they cried MacDonald. 326 Pack clouds away, and welcome day.. Heywood. 12
Old stories tell how Hercules.

Anonymous. 427 Pansies, lilies, kíngcups, daisies.. Wordsworth. 28
Old Time and I, the other night.
Lemon. 483 Peace to the slumberers ..

Moore. 384
Old wine to drink !...
Messinger. 171 Peace! what can tears avail ?.

Cornwall. 511
O leave the past to bury its own dead.

Blunt. 247 People, appear, approach, advance Anonymous. 463
O Love divine, how sweet thou art
Wesley. 823 Phoebus, arise.

Drummond. 7
O lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love.. Allingham. 270 Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

Scott. 879
O Love, whose patient pilgrim feet. David Gray. 344 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray. Westwood. 147
O Mary, go and call the cattle home.
Kingsley. 498 Piping down the valleys wild

Blake. 113
0, may I join the choir invisible
Eliot. 780 Praise to God, immortal praise.

Barbauld. 837
O melancholy bird, a winter's day

Thurlow. 107 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire. J. Montgomery. 820
O mother dear, Jerusalem
. Anonymous. 832 Prince Eugene, our noble leader.

Anonymous. 366
O mother of a mighty race.
. Bryant. 891 Proud Maisie is in the wood.,

... Scott. 565
O, my love 's like the steadfast sun Cunningham, 343 Prune thon thy words; the thoughts control.. Newman. 728
O, my love's like a red, red rose,
Burns. 266 Prythee, Willy, tell me this.

Wither. 679
On a bleak ridge, from whose granite edges... Burleigh. 677 Put the broidery-frame away.. Mrs. Browning, 317
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands Bryant. 393
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered.... Poe. 623 Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid... Anonymous. 494
On deck, beneath the awning.
Thackeray. 468 Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares.

Wotton. 14
One day I wrote her name upon the strand. Spenser. 242
On either side the river lie.
Tennyson. 597 Rarely, rarely comest thou...

. Shelley. 710
One more unfortunate.
Hood. 536 Rear high thy bleak majestic hills..

Roscoe. 689
One silent night of late.

Anacreon. 286 Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. Goldsmith. 654
O never say that I was false of heart. Shakespeare. 244 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky Tennyson. 812
O never talk again to me

Byron. 263 Ring, sing ! ring, sing ! pleasant Sabbath.... Buchanan. 594
One word is too often profaned

.Shelley. 263 Rippling thro' thy branches goes the sunshine... Lowell. 51
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Milton. 38 Rise, heart I thy Lord is risen...

Herbert, 801
On Linden, when the sun was low

Campbell. 400 Rise! Sleep no more! 'Tis a noble morn... Cornwall. 86
On the cross-beam under the Old South bell.. Willis. 52 Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas.. . Anonymous. 491
On the sea and at the Hogue...
R. Browning. 409 Rise up, rise up, Xarifa...

Anonymous. 221
On thy fair bosom, silver lake.

Percival. 74 Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane... Longfellow. 769
On Trinitye Mondaye in the morn. Anonymous. 569 Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Willard. 808
O reader, hast thou ever stood to see .R. Southey. 105 Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Toplady. 807
Orphan Hours, the Year is dead.
. Shelley. 108 Ruin seize thee, ruthless king.

Gray. 364
Orpheus, with his lute, made trees. Shakespeare. 669
0, Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Bennett. 471 Sad is our youth, for it is ever going.

De Vere. 787
O, saw ye Bonnie Leslie..

Burns. 268 Saint Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was. .. Keats. 217
O, saw ye not fair Ines..
Hood. 268 Saint Anthony at church..

Anonymous. 478
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light. .Key. 390 Saviour, when in dust to thee..

Grant. 809


Say not, the struggle naught availeth.
Clough. 652 Swifter far than summer's flight ..

..Shelley. 561
Say over again, and yet once over again. Mrs. Browning. 246 Swiftly walk over the western wave..

.Shelley. 99
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled.

Burns. 369
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Keats. 86 Take back into thy bosom, earth

Simmons. 558
See, from this counterfeit of him.

Parsons. 418 Take, oh! take those lips.... Shakespeare and Fletcher. 252
See how the orient dew.....
Marvell. 6 Take the dead Christ to my chamber..

Howe. 810
See how yon flaming herald treads

Holmes. 642 Tears, idle tears! I know not what they mean. Tennyson. 566
See the chariot at hand here of Love.

Jonson. 248 Tell me not, in mournful numbers viveux Longfdlou. 768
September strews the woodland o'er.
Parsons. 80 Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde

Lovelace. 254
Set in this stormy northern sea.
0. Wilde, 400 Tell me, what is a poet's thought.

Cornwall. 695
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day!.. Shakespeare. 163 That so thy blessed birth, O Christ

Wither. 799
Shall I tell you whom I love..

Browne. 250 That thou art blamed shall not be. Shakespeare. 242
Shall I, wasting in despair.
Wither. 285 The angel of the nation's peace..

Griffith. 397
She bounded o'er the graves..

Gilman. 146 The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold. Byron. 353
Shed no tear! oh shed no tear.
Keats. 578 The autumn is old..

Hood. 92
She dwelt among the untrodden ways. Wordsworth. 148 The awful shadow of some unseen power. .Shelley. 709
She is a maid of artless grace.
Vicente. 276 The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht.

Anderson. 115
She is a winsome wee thing.

Burns. 342 The bird that soars on highest wing. J. Montgomery. 817
She is far from the land where her young hero... Moore. 326 The bloom hath fled thy cheek, Mary Motherwell. 310
She is not fair to outward view.. ..H. Coleridge. 250 The boy stood on the burning deck.

Hemans. 400
She is talking aesthetics, the dear clever creature..
Lytton. 477 The breaking waves dashed high..

Hemana. 887
Shepherds all, and maidens fair.. Beaumont and Fletcher. 96 The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by. Very. 31
She stood breast-high amid the corn..
Hood. 275 The castle clock had tolled midnight..

Bowles. 536
She walks in beauty like the night.

Byron. 676 The clouds are scudding across the moon. B. Taylor. 68
She was a phantom of delight..
Wordsworth. 676 The cock is crowing.

She wore a wreath of roses.

.Bayly. 535 The crimson moon uprising from the sea.. Thurlou. 100
Should auld acquaintance be forgot..

Burns. 182 The curfew tolls the knell of parting day. T. Gray. 784
Shout for the mighty men...
Croly. 355 The day is ending.

Longfellow. 107
Sigh on, sad heart, for love's eclipse.

Hood. 294 The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand. Kingsley. 747
Silent nymph, with curious eye..
Dyer. 94 The day returns, my bosom burns,

Burns. 344
Since you desire of me to know

Norris. 702 The dew was falling fast, the stars began.. Wordsworth. 194
Sing again the song you sung..

Curtis. 674 The doubt which ye misdeem, fair love, is vain. Spenser. 332
Sing aloud ! His praise rehearse.

More. 791 The dreamy rhymer's measured snore. Landor, 694
Sing, sweetest thrushes, forth and sing ! Stoddart. 13 The dule i' this bonnet o' mine.

Waugh. 271
Sing the old song, amid the sounds dispersing.. De Vere. 279 The evening comes, the fields are still M. Arnold. 746
Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight
Colman. 728 The flags of war like storm-birds fly.

Whittier. 393
Sit down, sad soul, and count
Cornwall. 769 The flower that smiles to-day,

Shelley. 738
Slave of the dark and dirty mine.

Leyden. 640 The forward violet thus did I chide. Shakespeare. 243
Sleep breathes at last from out thee
Hunt. 121 The forward youth that would appear.

Marvell. 371
Sleep, love, sleep I....
.Judson, 342 The fountains mingle with the river.

.. Shelley. 263
Sleep on, baby on the floor.

Mrs. Browning: 117 The gallant youth who may have gained... Wordsworth. 76
Sleep! The ghostly winds are blowing Cornwal. 537 The glories of our birth and state.

.Shirley, 763
Slowly, with measured tread
Mrs. Southey. 539 The glow and the glory are plighted.

Locker. 292
So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson. 571 The God of Love -ah, benedicite!.

Chaucer. 17
So are you to my thoughts as food to life .. Shakespeare. 242 The groves of Blarney they look so charming. Millikin, 472
So fallen ! so lost! the light withdrawn. Whittier. 554 The hag is astride..

Herrick. 461
Softly ! She is lying with her lips apart. Eastman. 552 The half-seen memories of childish days. De Vere. 163
Softly woo away her breath..

Cornwall. 5:28 The harp that once through Tara's halls. Moore. 383
So is it not with me as with that Muse. . Shakespeare. 164 The heath this night must be my bed..

Scott. 264
Some say thy fault is youth.
Shakespeare. 243 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord.

Watts. 840
Sometimes a light surprises

Cowper. 822 The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed. Aldrich. 394
Some years ago, ere time and taste.

Praed. 480 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece !. Byron. 411
So now is come our joyful'st feast.

Wither. 183 The king sits in Dunfermline town.. Anonymous. 487
So the foemen have fired the gate.

Kingsley. 386 The laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great. Nairne. 214
Sow in the morn thy seed..
.J. Montgomery. 819 The land beyond the sea..

Faber. 896
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden.Longfellow. 36 The latter rain, it falls in anxious haste.

Very. 92
Sparkling and bright in liquid light.. .Hoffman. 173 The lion is the desert's king..

Freiligrath. 57
Spirit that breathest through my lattice. .Bryant. 96 The Lord is my shepherd.

J. Montgomery. 838
Stand still, and I will read to thee.

Donne. 247 The lords of Thule it did not please. Anonymous. 637
Star that bringest home the bee

Campbell. 99 The lovely purple of the noon's bestowing..... Landon. 179
Stern daughter of the voice of God Wordsworth. 739 The low plains stretch to the west with a glimmer. Rodd. 750
Still on the tower stood the vane..
Tennyson. 241 The melancholy days are come..

Bryant. 84
Still to be neat, still to be drest

Jonson. 674 The mellow year is hasting to its close. H. Coleridge. 94
Stop, mortal! Here thy brother lies
Elliott. 560 The midges dance aboon the burn..

Tannahin. 64
Storm-wearied Argo slept upon the water. B. Taylor. 610 The might of one fair face sublimes my love. .M. Angelo. 262
Suck, baby, suck ? mother's love grows.
C. Lamb. 118 The moon is up in splendor...

Claudius. 100
Sweet, after showers, ambrosial air. Tennyson. 97 The moon was a-waning....

.. Hogg. 523
Sweet and low, sweet and low.....

Tennyson, 114 The Moorish king rides up and down. Anonymous. 510
Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content... Greene. 701 The mother of the muses, we are taught. Landor. 733
Sweet Aubam ! loveliest village of the plain. Goldsmith. 659 The mountain and the squirrel

Emerson. 726
Sweet babe ! true portrait of thy father's face. Surville. 118 The mountain sheep are sweeter

Peacock. 457
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours. Drummond. 107 The muffled drum's sad roll has beat

O'Hara. 399
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright.. Herbert. 762 The Muse, disgusted at an age and clime...... Berkeley. 388
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty. Darley. 278 The night comes stealing o'er me...

Heine. 596
Sweet is the pleasure...

Dwight. 715 The nightingale is mute - and so art thou.. Thurlow. 693
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies

Barbauld. 782 The night is.come, but not too soon.. Longfellow. 760
Sweetly breathing vernal air
Carew. The night is late, the house is still.

Palmer. 158
Sweet poet of the woods, a long adieu !. C. Smith. 42 The night is made for cooling shade. Trowbridge. 68
Sweet, sweet, sweet.
Ilutchinson. 79 The old house by the lindens

Longfellow. 149




PAGE The Pilgrim Fathers, where are they Pierpont. 388 Through yonder windows stained and old. Rodd, 777 The play is done -- the curtain drops.. Thackeray. 735 Thus to be lost, and thus to sink and die. Shelley. 672 The poetry of earth is never dead

Keals. 54 'Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts Shakespeare. 164 The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed. M. Angelo. 838 Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream. Logan. 491 There are gains for all our losses.. R. H. Stoddard. 787 Thy converse drew us with delight. Tennyson. 167 There be none of beauty's daughters

.Byron. 264 Thy fruit full well the schoolboy knows. Eüiott. 33 There be those who sow beside Barton. 749 Thy tuwhits are lulled, I wot.

Tennyson. 101 There is a book, who runs may read. Keble. 792 Tiger ! Tiger! burning bright

Blake. 57 There is a land of pure delight.. Watts. 832 Time is a feathered thing.

Anonymous. 737 There's a good time coming, boys

Mackay, 180 "Tis a fearful night in the winter time. Eastman. 527 There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round ..Noel. 540 "Tis all a great show.

Very. 748 There was a jovial beggar.

Anonymous. 429 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand Watis. 842 There was a lady lived at Leith.

Maginn, 473 "Tis death ! and peace indeed is here.. M. Arnold. 648 There was a roaring in the wind all night.. Wordsworth. 695 "Tis long ago - we have toiled and traded. Brown. 745 There was a time when meadow, grove.... Wordsworth. 758 'Tis much immortal beauty to admire. Thurlow, 675 There was a youthe, and a well-beloved.. . Anonymous. 206 "Tis sweet to hear the merry lark.. .H. Coleridge, 12 There were twa brothers at the scule. Anonymous. 495 "Tis the last rose of Summer..

Moore. 86 There were two sisters sat in a bour.. . Anonymous. 493 'Tis the middle

watch of a Summer night. Drake. 585 The royal banners forward go. Fortunatus. 800 To battle ! to battle !....

Motherwell. 373 The sea ! the sea ! the open sea !. Cornwall. 66 To fair Fidele's grassy tomb.

Collins. 551 The shades of night were falling fast. Longfellow. 420 To him who in the love of nature holds. . Bryant. 779 The soote season, that bud and bloom forth.. Surrey. 3 Toll for the brave....

Couper. 519 The South-land boasts its teeming cane Whittier. 392 To make my lady's obsequies..

Orleans. 331 The South-wind brings.....

Emerson. 153 To make this condiment your poet begs. S. Smith. 463 The spacious firmament on high..

Addison. 793 Too late I stayed - forgive the crime. Spencer. 170 The spearmen heard the bugle sound, Spencer. 517 To thee, fair Freedom, I retire

Shenstone. 733 The Spice-Tree lives in the garden green. . Sterling. 56 To the lords of convention 'twas Claverhouse Scott, 375 The splendor falls on castle walls Tennyson. 96 To the sound of timbrels sweet

Milman. 333 The sturdy rock, for all his strength Anonymous. 762 To thy lover, dear, discover....

Crashaw. 255 The summer sun was sinking.. Anster. 120 Touch us gently, Time.

Cornwall. 786 The sun had closed the winter day

Burns, 686 Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men. Wordsworth. 417 The snnlight glitters keen and bright. Whittier. 72 To wear the blue I think it best.... .Anonymous. 377 The sun rises bright in France.. Cunningham. 381 Tread softly ! bow the head..

Mrs. Southey. 589 The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day.Hunter. 387 Triumphing chariots, statues, crowns.. .Drummond. 707 The thirsty earth soaks up the rain. Anacreon. 61 True it is that clouds and mist

Anonymous. 651 The twilight is sad and cloudy...

.Longfellow. 68 True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank Anonymous. 574 The varying year with blade and sheaf Tennyson. 222 Turn, gentle hermit of the dale.

Goldsmith. 212 The wanton troopers, riding by.

.. Marvell. 534 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won Dryden. 666 The warm sun is failing; the bleak wind. Shelley. 87 "Twus Commencement eve, and the ball-room...Strong. 295 The water ! the water

Motherwell. 26 "Twas even -- the dewy fields were green. Burns. 266 The weather-leech of the topsail shivers Mitchell. 66 'Twas in the prime of Summer time..

Hood. 524 The wind it blew, and the ship it flew Mac Donald. 202 "T'was on a Monday morning..

Anonymous. 376 The wind, the wandering wind. Hemans. 64 'Twas the night before Christmas

C. C. Moore. 131 The winter being over..

Ann Collins. 706 Two dark-eyed maids, at shut of day. Bryant. 332 The wisest of the wise ... Landor. 731 Two seas, amid the night....

. Sterling. 641 The wish that of the living whole

Tennyson, 764 Two shall be born the whole wide world Anonymous. 258 The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.. Tennyson. 680 The world is too much with us.

Wordsworth. 629
They are all gone into the world of light..

Under a spreading chestnut-tree.
Vaughan. 830

Longfellow. 643
Under my window, under my window.

Motherwell. They come ! the merry summer months.

Westwood. 145

9 They sat together, hand in hand...

Underneath the sod low lying

Fields. 553 . Anonymous. 303

Under the greenwood tree They say that thou wert lovely on thy bier. Walker. 774

Shakespeare. 44 This Indian weed, now withered quite.... , Anonymous. 720 Up from the meadows rich with corn.

Under yon beech-tree standing on the green.. Meredith. 240 This is a spray the bird clung to....

Whittier. 395 R. Browning. 294 This is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling... Longfellow. 650

Upon a rock that, high and sheer.

. Bryant. 528 This is the month, and this the happy morn.

Upon the sadness of the sea..

Tharter. 772 Milton. 794 This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign.

Upon the white sea-sand..

.. Brown. 740 Holmes. 72 This was the ruler of the land.",

Up the airy mountain.

Allingham. 592 . Croly. 856 This winter weather, it waxeth cold.

l'p the streets of Aberdeen.

Whittier. 635 Anonymous. 429 Those evening bells I those evening bells!..

Up to her chamber-window

Aldrich. 284 Moore. 668 Those few pale autumn flowers... C. B. Southey. 83

Up to the throne of God is borne... Wordsworth. 815 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not.

Up! ap, my friend ! and quit your books. Wordsworth. 715

Heber. 828
Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew. Bryant. 82
Though the day of my destiny 's over.
. Byron. 170 Victorious men of earth, no more.

.Shirley. 650 Thought is deeper than all speech.

Cranch. 715 Vigil strange I kept on the field one night. Whitman. 397 Thou God unsearchable, unknown, Wesley. 851 Vital spark of heavenly flame..

.Pope. 825 Thou hast beauty bright and fair. Cornwall. 676 Voice of Summer, keen and shrill.

Bennett 102 Thou hast vowed by thy faith, my Jeanie. Cunningham. 267 Thon hidden love of God, whose height.. T'ersteegen, 824 Wail for Dædalus, all that is fairest. Thou hidden source of calm repose..

.Sterling. 508 Wesley. 824 Watchman, tell us of the night

Bouring. 808 Thon lingering star, with less ning ray.. .Burns. 327 Weak and irresolute is man..

Cowper. 741 Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea. .Dana 70 We are born, we laugh, we weep..

Cornwall. 769 Thou still unravished bride of quietness.. Keats. 697 We are the sweet flowers

Hunt. 85 Thon thrice denied, yet thrice beloved.

Keble. 813 We are the voices of the wandering wind E. Arnold. 767 Three fishers went sailing out into the west... Kingsley. 512 Weave no more the marriage chain

Cornwall. 603 Three twangs of the horn Tyrwhiit. 61 We count the broken lyres that rest

Holmes. 562 Thrice at the huts of Fontenoy the English Davis. 382 We dance on hills above the wind.

Anonymous. 578 Through the night, through the night. R. H. Stoddard. 517 We dined. A fish from the river beneath.. Anonymous. 288 Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went... Morris. 187 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower

Burns. 28

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