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On a hill there grows a flower .

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


O Nancy, wilt thou go with me T. Percy, D. D. 71 Our revels now are ended

Shakespeare 674
On came the whirlwind – like the last Scott

402 Out of the bosom of the Air 320
O: Switzerland was free!

7. S. Kʼnowles 437 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
Once there was a gardener (From the German of

Miss K. P. Osgood 375

7. C. Mangan 727 Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 283
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands W. C. Bryant 373 Ov all the housen o' the pliace , W. Barnes

Once upon a midnight dreary.
E, A. Poe 652 Over hill, over dale,

Shakespeare 656
On deck, beneath the awning

Thackeray 479 Over the dumb campagna sea E. B. Browning 334
One day, as I was going by
T. Hood 8 Over the river they beckon to me

N. 4. H. Priest 179
One day I wandered where the salt sea-tide Anon. 596 0, waly, waly up the bank .

One day, nigh weary of the yrksome way Spenser 637 | O, weep for Moncontour !

T.B. Macaulay 438
One hue of our flag is taken

R. H. Newel 775 “O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms John Keats
One more unfortunate

T. Hood
250 O what is that comes gliding in" T. Hood

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Pope 43
One year ago, –
ringing voice
H. B. Stowe 1850, when 't is summer weather

W. L. Bowles 325
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand Chas. Wesley 265 0, wherefore come ye forth

T.B. Macaulay 438
On Linden, when the sun was low Campbell
Only waiting till the shadows.
Anonymous 267 0, where shall rest be found

Montgomery 23
O no, no, - let me lie
John Pierpont 379 O whistle, and I 'll come to you, my lad Burns

O North, with all thy vales of green !

W.C. Bryant 275
O, now forever

Shakespeare 696 0, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass Upton


Anonymous 195
On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden O wild west-wind, thou breath Shelley 334

Whittier 363 0, will ye choose to hear the news? Thackeray 730
On the cross-beam under the Old South bell

O winter! wilt thou never, never go? David Gray 321
N. P. Willis 341 O World ! O Life! O Time!

Shelley 225
On what foundations stands the warrior's pride

Oye wha are sae guid yoursel'

S. Johnson 709 0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
On woodlands ruddy with autumn W.C. Bryant 382


On yonder hill a castle stands

Anonymous 509 Pack clouds away, and welcome day T. Heywood 243
O perfect Light, which shaid away A. Humne

371 Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully N. P. Willis
O, pour upon my soul again
W. Allston 227 Pauline, by pride

Bulwer-Lytton 159
O reader! hast thou ever stood to see Southey 360 Pause not to dream of the future before us
O reverend sir, I do declare F. M. Whitcher 768

F. S. Osgood 425
O’Ryan was a man of might Miles O'Reilly 730 Peace ! let the long procession come R. H. Stoddard 715
O sacred Head, now wounded Paul Gerhardt 276 Peace! what can tears avail? Barry Cornwall 151
0, saw ye bonnie Lesley

154 | Phillis is my only joy

Sir C. Sedley 48
O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een ?

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu


R. Ryan

50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray
O say, can you see by the dawn's early light

7. Westwood 631
F. S. Kcy 447 Pleasant it was, when woods were green Longfellow 566
O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber 244 Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon ! :

HK H'kite 421
O, sing unto my roundelay!

7. Chatterton 206 Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands
O, snatched away in beauty's bloom! Byron


RH. Nravell 774
O that the chemist's magic art Rogers 607 “Praise God from whom all blessings flow"
O that those lips had language . Cowper


Miss Mulock 425
O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee

Praise to God, immortal praise A. L. Barbanld 278

Thos. Davis 126 Prize thou the nightingale (Translation of John
O the broom, the yellow broom ! Mary Howitt 366 Bowring)

M. T. Visscher 348
O the charge at Balaklava !

A. B. Meek
O the days are gone when beauty bright T. Moore 167 | Put the broidery frame away.

. E. B. Brotoning 139
O, the French are on the say! Anonymous 455

Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares Sir H. Wotton 521
O the gallant fisher's life

7. Chalkhill 521

Rear high thy bleak majestic hills W. Roscoe
O then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you

Shakespeare 656 Rest there awhile, my bearded lance Horace Smith 770
O the pleasant days of old

Frances Brown 465 Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Anonymous 381
O the snow, the beautiful snow

7. W. Watson 251 Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky Tennyson
O, those little, those little blue shoes W. C. Bennett 16 Ring, sing ! ring, sing!

R. Buchanan 668
O thou of home the guardian Lar 7. R. Lowell 130 Rise, sleep no more .

Barry Cornwall 514
O thou vast Ocean !
Barry Cornwnil 472 Rock of Ages, cleft for me

A. M. Toplady 374
O trifling toys that toss the brains

Mrs. Homans 535
Anonymous 611 Rome, Rome! thou art no more
O unexpected stroke, worse than of death

"Room for the leper! Room !"

N. P. Willis 536
Milton 232 Roprecht the Robber is taken at last Southey

O unseen spirit! now a calm divine John Sterling 299

Said I not so, – that I would sin no more?
Our band is few, but true and tried W.C. Bryant 446

G. Herbert 255
Our bugles sang truce, - for the night-cloud had Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee Byron

Campbell 378 Saviour, when in dust to thee

Sir R. Grant 263
Our Father Land ! and wouldst thou know

Say over again, and yet once over again
Samuel Lover 591

E. B. Browning 11

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Say, ye that know, ye who have felt R. Bloomfield 340 Spirit that breathest through my lattice W.C. Bryant 299
See how the orient dew
A. Marvell 324 Spring it is cheery

T. Hood

See, mother dear,” she said
W.C. Bryant 663 Spring, the sweet spring .

T. Nash

See, O see!

Lord Bristol 326 St. Agues' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was John Keats 117
See, the flowery spring is blown . Fohn 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 !
Servant of God, well done
Montgomery 265

John Pierpont 446
Shall I love thee like the wind, love R. W. Raymond 61 Star of the mead ! sweet daughter of the day
Shall I tell you whom I love?
W m. Browne 60

Dr. Leyden 367
Shall I, wasting in despair ·

Geo. Wither 64 Star that bringest home the bee . Campbell 300
Shame upon thee, savage monarch

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


126 Such were the notes thy once-loved poet sung
She is not fair to outward view
H. Coleridge 48


She moves as light across the grass Miss Mulock 62 Summer joys are o'er (Translation of Charles T.
Shepherds all, and maidens fair


Ludwig Hölty 317
Beaumont and Fletcher 340
“The cock crows, — hark!" (Chinese)

Sweet and low, sweet and low


Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain
She shrank from all, and her silent mood


L E. Landon 215 Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes 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


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 Sweeter and sweeter

7. W. Palmer 23
Shines the last age
R. W. Emerson 625 Sweetest Saviour, if my soul

G Herbert

Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson 311

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower Wordsworth

Should auld acquaintance be forgot Burns 609 Sweet is the pleasure

5. S. Dwight 419
Shut, shut the door, good John !

602 Sweetly breathing vernal air

T. Carew

Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Silent nymph, with curious eye! John Dyer 327

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 .

Anonymous 444
Charles T. Brooks)


Since there's no helpe, - come let us kisse and Take back into thy bosom, earth

B. Simmons 703

M. Drayton 150 Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706
Singing through the forests .

7. G. Saxe 744 Take, O, take those lips away
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! T. T. Stoddart 520

Shakespeare and Foh: Fletcher 168
Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Geo. Colman 756 Take the


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


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

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

Southey 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 Wm. Maginn 42
So fallen ! so lost I 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


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


Some of their chiefs were princes of the land

The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation)
Dryden 718

Krummacher 365
Some of


you have cured R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
Some say that kissing 's a sin
Anonymous 79

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
Miss 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. Rossetti 644

T. Moore 283 The blessed morn has come again Ralph Hoyt 320
Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell 775 The boy stood on the burning deck Mrs. Hemans 487
Speak, 0 man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil !

The brcaking waves dashed high Mrs. Hemans 461
F. B. Harte 731 | The brilliant black eye

T. Moore


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The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by

The moon it shines

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


The castled crag of Drachenfels Byron 331 The more we live, more brief appear Campbell 611
The cock is crowing

Wordsworth 307 The morning dawned full darkly W.E. Asteun 677
The comet ! he is on his way
0. W. Holmes 757 The Moth's kiss, first !

R. Browning So
The conference-meeting through at last E.C. Stedman 619 The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7. Cleveland 701
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

Then before all they stand, the holy vow Rogers

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

Charles G. Leland)

Heinrich Heine 670
The day returns, my bosom burns Burns

127 The night is late, the house is still 7. W. Palmer 173
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink

The night was winter in his roughest mood Cowper 318
Wordsworth 13 Then took the generous host

Bayard Taylor 364
The dreamy rhymer's measured snore W. S. Landor 701 The ocean at the bidding of the moon C. Tennyson 326
The dule's i' this bonnet o' mine Edwin Waugh 79 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower Jean Ingelow 203
The elder folk shook hands at last Whittier 285 The path by which we twain did go Tennyson 37
The Emperor Nap, he would set out Southey 402 ' The play is done, the curtain drops Thackeray 253
The face of all the world is changed, I think

The poetry of earth is never dead Yohn Keats

C. B. Browning 110 The point of honor has been deemed of use Cowper 599
The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Browning 218 The quality of mercy is not strained Shakespeare 574
The Fallen looked on the world and sneered

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


The farmer's wife sat at the door Anonymous 199 There all the happy souls that ever were Ber Yonsor I SO
The fifth day of May
John Hedges 736 There also was a Nun, a Prioress Chaucer

The fire of love in youthful blood Earl of Dorset 56 There are gains for all our losses R. H. Stoddard 27
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

There are a number of us creep


E. B. Browning 111 There are some hearts like wells Caroline S. Sarncer 593
The forward violet thus did I chide Shakespeare 41 There are who say the lover's heart T.K. Hervey 121
The fountains mingle with the river Shelley 57 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night

Campbell 457
Miss Gould 633 There is a calm for those who weep Montgomery 187
The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb 759 | There is a dungeon in whose dim drear light
The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson 625

The glories of our birth and state Jas. Shirley 187 There is a flower, a little flower Montgomery 368
The gorse is yellow on the heath Charlotte Smith 346 There is a gardeu in her face

R. Allison 39
The gray sea and the long black land R. Browning 85 There is a glorious City in the Sea Rogers

The groves were God's first temples W.C. Bryant 358 There is a green island in lone Gougaune Barra
The half-seen memories of childish days A. De Vere 32

7. 7. Callanan 456
The harp that once through Tara's halls 7. Moore 455 ' There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery 429
The heath this night must be my bed Scott 144 | There is a land of pure delight


The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! Watts

282 There's a land that bears a world-known name
The hollow winds begin to blow Anonymous 313

Elisa Cook

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Byron 464 There is an hour of peaceful rest W. B. Tappan 259
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron 469
Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 752 There is a Reaper whose name is Death Longfellot
The jester shook his hood and bells G. W. Thornbury 618 There is a ride in the affairs of men Shakespeare 595
The keener tempests rise; and fuming dun Thomson 319 There is no flock, however watched and tended
The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left Byron


Longfellow 175
The Lady Jane was tall and slim

There lived a singer in France, of old A.C. Swinburne 155
Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell
The laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great


Lady Nairn 103 There never yet was flower fair in vain 7. R. Lowell 127
The lark sings for joy in her own loved land

There's a grim one-horse hearse Thos, Noel

354 There's a rustling in the rushes

RW. Raymond 731
The latter rain,-it falls in anxious haste Fones Very 316 There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen
The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339


The little brown squirrel hops in the corn

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover
RH. Newell

Jean Ingelor 14
The little gate was reached at last 7 R. Lowell 96 There the most daintie paradise on ground
The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison 283

The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir 7. Suckling 124 There was a jovial beggar

Anonymous 732
The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429 There was a sound of revelry by night Byron

The melancholy days are come W.C. Bryant 370 There was a time when meadow, grove Wordsworth 622
The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. Kingsley 198 There was music on the midnight

Mrs. Hemans 214
The merry, merry lark was up and singing

There were three sailors of Bristol City Thackeray 766

Chas. K’ingsley 210 The road was lone ; the grass was dank T. B. Read
The midges dance aboon the burn . R. Tannahill 299 The rose is fairest when 't is budding new Scott

The might of one fair face sublimes my love ('Trans The rose looks out in the valley (Translation of
lation of J. E. Taylor)
M. Angelo 43 John Bowring)

Gil Vicente 348
The minstrel boy to the war is gone T, Moore 455 The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways W. C. Bryant 470
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall T. H. Bayly 205 The sea, the sea, the open sea Barry Cornwall 469
The moon had climbed the highest hill John Lowe The seraph Abdiel, faithful found 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 hades 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 lainbs to-day

R. Barter 259 Thought is deeper than all speech C. P. Cranch 566
The snow had begun in the gloaming J. 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

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
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 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)



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

'Tis a dozen or so of years ago · Anonymous 763
R. Tannahill


'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

The sun sets in night

P. Freneau

215 / 'T is 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

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 ’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 .


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)


James Smith 771
The weather leach of the topsail shivers C. Thaxter 477

'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

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 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 sain 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 !

Theo 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

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. lilman 124
This was the ruler of the land

Geo. Croly
430 To weary hearts, to mourning homes Whittier

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


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Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel Tennyson 591 What hope is there for modern rhyme Tennyson 183
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn Sydney Dobell 94 What is death? 'T is to be free . George Croly 613
'T was all prepared ; - and from the rock Scott

394 What is the existence of man's life? Henry King 253
'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden 585 What is the little one thinking about? J. G. Holland 3
"T was in the prime of summer time T. Hood 697 | What 's fame? - a fancied life in other's breath
'T was late in the autumn of '53 Anonymous 761


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

What shall I do with all the days and hours
W. L. Bowles 332

F.A. Kemile 157
'Twas 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

Campbell 606
'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hell

What, was it a dream ? am I all alone S. T. Bolton 3.82

Miss Fanshawe 591 What would you have, you curs . Shakespeare 601
Two barks met on the deep mid-sea Mrs. Hemars 34 Wheel me into the sunshine

Sydney Dobell 242
Two hands upon the breast

Miss Mulock 177 When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame
Two pilgrims from the distant plain Mac-Carthy 66


Two went to pray? O, rather say Richard Crashaw 259 When all thy mercies, O my God! Addison
Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Longfellow 419

Whenas in silks my Julia goes . R. Herrick
Under my window, under my window T. Westwood Whenas the Palmer came in hall . Scott

Underneath the sod low-lying . 7. T. Fields 190 When Britain first, at Heaven's command Thomson 442
Underneath this sable hearse
Ben Jonson 709 Whence could arise this mighty critic Churchill

Under the greenwood tree

Shakespeare 325 When chapman billies leave the street Burns 633
Untremulous in the river clear 7. R. Lowell 313 When chill November's surly blast Burns

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb

Watts 175 When Delia on the plain appears Lord Lyttelton 55
Up from the meadows rich with corn Whittier 448 When descends on the Atlantic . Longfellow

Up from the South at break of day T. B. Read 449 Whene'er with haggard eyes I view Geo. Canning 726
Up! quit thy bower!
Joanna Baillie 68 When first I saw sweet Peggy

Samuel Loter 51
Up springs the lark



When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond
Up the airy mountain
W. Allingham 667

C. E. Norton
Up the dale and down the bourne

Geo, Darley 30

When Freedom, from her mountain height
Up the streets of Aberdeen


FR. Drake 447
Vital spark of heavenly flame !


262 When gathering clouds around I view Sir R. Grant 274
Waken, lords and ladies gay


When God at first made man

Geo. Horbert 591
Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives John Hay

When icicles hang by the wall

Shakespeare 319

Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed

When I consider how my light is spent Milton

When I do count the clock that tells the time

Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman 622

Shrkespeare 617

When in the chronicle of wasted time
We are two travellers, Roger and I 7. T. Trowbridge 417

Weehawken ! In thy mountain scenery yet

When in the storm on Albion's coast. R. S. Sharge 481

When Jordan hushed his waters still Campbell 272
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower Burns

When leaves grow sear all things take sombre hue
Weep ye no more, sad fountains !
7. Dowland 575

Anonymous 317
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie Burns

When Love with unconfinéd wings Col. R. Lorelace 48

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town W. Miller

When maidens such as Hester die . Chas. Lamb

Welcome, maids of honor !

R. Herrick

When Music, heavenly maid, was young W'm. Collins 2017
Welcome, welcome, do I sing.

W'm. Browne 40
When o'er the mountain steeps. Rose Terry


When on my bed the moonlight falls Tennyson
We parted in silence, we parted by night

Mrs. Crawford 151
When shall we all meet again

Anonymous 225
Were I as base as is the lowly plain 7. Sylvester 115

When that my mood is sad and in the noise

W.G. Simms 329
Werther had a love for Charlotte Thackeray 764

When the black-lettered list to the gods was pre-
We sat by the fisher's cottage (Translation of Charles

Heinrih Heine 529

G. Leland)

W.R. Spencer 135
When the British warrior queen
John Keble

Corvper 435
We scatter seeds with careless hand

We stood upon the ragged rocks

A. C. Swinburne 305
W. B. Glazier 300

When the hounds of spring

When the hours of day are numbered Longfellow
We talked with open heart and tongue Wordsworth

We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh

T. Randolph 655
When the lamp is shattered

We walked along, while bright and red lordsworth 193 When the sheep are in the fauld Lady Anne Barnard 158
We watched her breathing through the night T. Hood 188 When the showery vapors gather

Coates Kinney 592
We were crowded in the cabin 7. T. Fields 481 When the Sultan Shah-Zaman

T. B. Aldrich 107
We were not many, — we who stood C. F. Hoffman 406 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
We wreathed about our darling's head M. W. Lowell 210

Shakespeare 34
What a moment, what a doubt!. Anonymous 763 When we two parted


What, and how great the virtue and the art

When your beauty appears

Thos. Parnell 77
Lines and Couplets from Pope 625 Where are the swallows fled ?

Miss Procter 348
What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705 Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays Brownell 755
What change has made the pastures sweet

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Jean Ingelow 93

What constitutes a state?

Sir W. Jones 459
Where music dwells

Wordsworth 595
What different dooms our birthdays bring!

Where noble Grafton spreads his rich domains
T. Hood

R. Bloomfield 422
What hid'st thou in thy treasure caves and cells?

Where, O, where are the visions of morning?
Mrs. Hemans 477

0. W. Holmes 725





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