I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled

My curse upon thy venomed stang

My dear and only love, I pray

'My ear-rings, my ear-rings"

My eyes! how I love you

My genius spreads her wing

My gentle Puck, come hither.

Burns
Earl of Montrose 60

602 Now upon Syria's land of roses

Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams

R. Crashaw

350

C. Dickens

370

Cowper

594

J. G. Lockhart 96
Anonymous 74 O, a dainty plant is the ivy green
Goldsmith 536 Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife
Shakespeare 655

My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
My God, I love thee! not because (Translation of

Edward Caswell).
My hair is gray, but not with
years
My hawk is tired of perch and hood
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness

My heart leaps up when I behold

My heart's in the Highlands
My heid is like to rend, Willie

Jeremy Taylor 266

St. F. Xavier 257

O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs

Byron
Scott

551

517

pains
John Keats
Wordsworth
Burns

236

323

W. Motherwell 174

Moravian Collection 276
W. C. Bryant 610
Dunlop
Byron

E. B. Browning 111
O, deem not they are blest alone
R. H. Wilde 610 O, dinna ask me gin I lo'e ye
Bulwer-Lytton 77 O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea
O faint, delicious, springtime violet !
O fairest of creation, last and best
207 Of all the girls that are so smart.
Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer
Of all the notable things on earth
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Of all the torments, all the cares
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw

79

478

Rogers hills

335

O Father, let me not die young!

Of Nelson and the North

Campbell

486

John Home
R. H. Newell
C. Tychborn
Byron
T. B. Read

502

774

613

138

631

435

O gentle, gentle summer rain.
O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135
Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past.
O God! though sorrow be my fate (Translation)
Mary Queen of Hungary 262
Tennyson 146

S. F. Adams 278

G. Canning 726

317

No more these simple flowers belong
No single virtue we could most commend
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea
No sun no moon!

Dryden

Southey

T. Hood

Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is T. Moore
O hearts that never cease to yearn
Oh! it is excellent

O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!
332 O, how the thought of God attracts
703 O, I have passed a miserable night!
196 O Italy, how beautiful thou art!
482 O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease

Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717
Not a sous had he got Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767
Not far advanced was morning day Scott
Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Anonymous
Not as you meant, O learned man A. D. F. Randolph 275
Not in the laughing bowers
Anonymous
Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Milton
Now has the lingering month at last gone by
Wm. Morris
Now ponder well, you parents dear Anonymous
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some

Anonymous

Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles
T. Brooks)

O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O melancholy bird, a winter's day
719 O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

310

333

7. G. Lockhart 406

R. C. Trench 581
Chas. Wesley 273

O mother dear, Jerusalem.

O mother of a mighty race

O, my God! can it be possible I have
O my luve 's like a red, red rose

O, my love 's like the steadfast sun

Burns
Shakespeare
Burns

C. Kingsley 483
Lord Thurlow 353
Shakespeare 693
Shakespeare 51
David Dickson 257
W. C. Bryant 444
Shelley
Burns

695

144

A. Cunningham 127

On a hill there grows a flower.

N. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air E. C. Stedman 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

Miss K. P. Osgood 375 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 288

402 7. S. Knowles 437 Once there was a gardener (From the German of Miller).

J. C. Mangan 727

Ov all the housen o' the pliace

W. Barnes

51

O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms" "O what is that comes gliding in"

Anonymous

173

T. B. Macaulay 438
John Keats 669
T. Hood

746

W. L. Bowles 325

T. B. Macaulay 438

H. B. Stowe 185
Chas. Wesley 265
Campbell
Anonymous

O, when 't is summer weather
O, wherefore come ye forth

398

267

John Pierpont 379
W. C. Bryant 275

O, where shall rest be found
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my

O North, with all thy vales of green
O, now forever

Shakespeare 696 O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Upton

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden
Whittier

On the cross-beam under the Old South bell

51

Anonymous

195

363

Anonymous

509

298

On woodlands ruddy with autumn
On yonder hill a castle stands

O perfect Light, which shaid away
O,

, pour upon my soul again

O reader! hast thou ever stood to see

O reverend sir, I do declare

O'Ryan was a man of might

O sacred Head, now wounded

O, saw ye bonnie Lesley

F. M. Whitcher 768

O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een?

O say, can you see by the dawn's early light

Pack clouds away, and welcome day
Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully
Pauline, by pride

Scott

T. Heywood

Bulwer-Lytton 159

Pause not to dream of the future before us

Barry Cornwall 151

154

Phillis is my only joy

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

R. Ryan

50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray

Pleasant it was, when woods were green
Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon!.
Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands

566

H.K. White 421

R.H. Newell 774

607 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow"
18

Thos. Davis 126
Mary Howitt 366
A. B. Meek 406

Praise to God, immortal praise
Prize thou the nightingale
Bowring).

Miss Mulock 425 A. L. Barbauld 278

(Translation of John

Put the broidery frame away
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares
Rear high thy bleak majestic hills
Rest there awhile, my bearded lance
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky
Ring, sing! ring, sing!
Rise, sleep no more.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
"Room for the leper! Room!"
Roprecht the Robber is taken at last
Said I not so, that I would sin no more?

R. Buchanan 663 Barry Cornwall 514

A. M. Toplady 274

Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee
378 Saviour, when in dust to thee.
Say over again, and yet once over again

Samuel Lover 591

Mrs. Hemans 535

N. P. Willis 536 Southey

761

G. Herbert
Byron

265

68

Sir R. Grant 263

E. B. Browning 111

Some of your hurts you have cured R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
Some say that kissing 's a sin
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face

R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time

Dryden

Anonymous

79

.

H. Bonar 276
W. M. Praed 560

Byron
The autumn is old
T. Hood
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne

380 316

Shakespeare 558

Some years ago, ere time and taste
So nigh is grandeur to our dust
So the truth's out. I'll grasp it like a snake
Miss Mulock
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea

Thank Heaven! the crisis

Thanks untraced to lips unknown
That each who seems a separate whole
That Heaven's beloved die early
That I love thee, charming maid

145

Shakespeare 629
Chas. Mackay 268
E. A. Poe 189
Whittier
Tennyson

567

Eben. Elliott 706
Wm. Maginn 42

182

That which her slender waist confined Waller
That you have wronged me doth appear in this

50

Shakespeare 35 Scott 684