A baby was sleeping..
A barking sound the shepherd hears.
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !).
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint.
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound.
Across the narrow beach we flit.
A cypress-bough and a rose-wreath sweet.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever.
Afar in the desert I love to ride.
A fig for St. Denis of France..
Again I sit within the mansion.
A good sword and a trusty hand,
A good that never satisfies the mind.
A grace though melancholy, manly too.
Ah, little ranting Johnny.
Ah! love, impute it not to me a sin.
Ah, lovely appearance of death..
Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn.
Ah me! this is a sad and silent city.
Ah my heart is weary waiting.
Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see.
A host of angels flying.
Lover. 116
Wordsworth. 81
Hunt. 642
.King, 547
Campbell. 518
Thaxter. 71
Beddoes. 552
Burns. 265
Pringle. 59
Maginn. 472
B. Taylor. 554
Hawker. 383
Drummond. 707
.H. Taylor. 544
Hunt. 118
. Blunt. 247
Wesley. 828
.Shenstone. 133
Bethune. 777
MacCarthy. 8
Herrick. 732
Smits. 149
Ah, sweet Kitty Neal, rise up from your...J. F. Waller. 271
Ah, sweet, thou little knowest how.
A mist was driving down the British Channel. Longfellow. 557
Among the beautiful pictures..............
Among the myrtles as I walkt.
An ancient story I'll tell you anon
And are ye sure the news is true..
Cary. 151
Herrick. 252
Anonymous. 426
Adam. 265
And doth not a meeting like this make amends. T. Moore. 174
And hast thou songht thy heavenly home?.. Moir. 156
And is this- Yarrow? This the stream.. Wordsworth, 75
And the first gray of morning filled the east. M. Arnold. 498
And thou hast walked about (how strange..
And where have you been, my Mary..
An empty sky, a world of heather.
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky.
An old song made by an aged old pate.
A poor wayfaring man of grief..........J.
H. Smith, 639
M. Howitt. 583
Ingelow. 298
Emerson. 107
Anonymous, 431
Montgomery. 804 |
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea. Tennyson, 300
As o'er his furrowed fields, which lie..
As slow our ship her foamy track...
A steed! a steed of matchlesse speed
As through the land at eve we went...
A street there is in Paris famous
A sweet disorder in the dress.
A thousand miles from land are we..
At midnight, in his guarded tent..
At Paris it was, at the opera there.
Whittier. 757
T. Moore. 179
Motherwell. 366
Tennyson. 160
Thackeray. 176
Herrick. 674
B. Cornwall. 67
.Halleck. 412
Lytton. 327
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still. Beattie. 763
At the gate of old Granada, when all its.....
Autumn's sighing
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints.
Awake, thou wintry earth.
Away! let naught to love displeasing.
A weary lot is thine, fair maid..
A weary weed, tossed to and fro.
A wee bird came to our ha' door..
A wet sheet and a flowing sea
Ay, this is freedom-these pure skies.
Balder, the white sun-god, has departed.
Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe..
Bards of passion and of mirth.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead..
Beautiful! Sir. you may say so
Beauty clear and fair..
Read. 93
Milton, 742
Blackburn. 801
Anonymous, 333
Scott. 303
Fenner. 69
Glen. 380
Cunningham. 67
...Bryant. 85
.Anonymous. 638
Anonymous. 140
Keats. 694
R. Browning. 325
B. Harte, 60
· Beaumont and Fletcher, 251
Donne, 775
Swinburne, 639
.. Milton. 599
Wordsworth. 676
Anacreon. 6
Anonymous. 776
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe.
Before the beginning of years
Before the starry threshold of Jove's court.
Behold her, single in the field..
Behold the young, the rosy Spring.
Behold this ruin! 'Twas a skull..
Ben Battle was a soldier bold.
Ben Bobstay, a tar of the jolly old sort.
Beneath this stony roof reclined.
Be patient, oh, be patient!.
Hood. 465
Anonymous, 470
Warton. 48
Anonymous. 748
Beside a massive gateway built up in years.....Bryant. 734
Cables entangling her.
Can I see another's woC
Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes.
Cheekas soft as July peaches.
Children are what mothers are.
Christmas is here....
Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring
Close his eyes; his work is done
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled
Come away, come away, death.
Come back, come back together..
Come, dear children, let us away.
Come down, ye graybeard mariners.
Come, follow, follow me..
Come from my first, ay, come!
Come, golden evening, in the west..
Come in the evening, or come in the
Come into the garden, Maud
Come listen to me, you gallants so free.
Come live with me, and be my love.
Come, lovely and soothing Death
Come, my way, my truth, my life..
Come, O Thou traveller unknown.
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice.
HL 15
Hogg. 579,
Holmer, 181
Tennyson, 56,
Heber, 787
Emerson. 719
Emerson. 55
Hamilton. 4)
Oldys. 55
C. Lamb. 463
Finch. 3
Emerson. 35x
Hood, 467
Blake. 846
Milton, 372
BUTTA. 264
Bennett. 113
Landor, 120
Thackeray, 182
Anonymous. 644
Boker. 558
above, Brontë, 310
Shakespeare. 257
Landon. 127
M. Arnold. 320
Hutchinson. 648
Anonymous, 577
Praed, 693
J. Montgomery. 98
morning Daris. 272
Tennyson. 273
Anonymous. 204
Marlowe. 258
W. Whitman. 786
Herbert. 804
Wesley, 803
Barbauld. 807
Ferguson. 645
Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged..
Come, send round the wine, and leave points. T. Moore, 175
Come sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, Sidney. 244
Come then, tell me, suge divine
.Akenside, 419
Come to these scenes of peace
Boules. 44
Come unto these yellow sands
Shakespeare, 595
Tennyson. 744
Shepherd. 394
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet. Tennyson. 303
Contemplate all this work of time.
Corporal Green! the orderly cried.
Could I command, with voice or pen. J. Montgomery. 823
Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Donglas Craik, 329
Courage, he said, and pointed toward the land. Tennyson, 631
Crabbed age and youth
Creator spirit, by whose aid..
Creep into thy narrow bed
Shakespeare. 284
St. Ambrose, 838
M. Arnold. 419
Darkness is thinning; shadows are retreating. St. Gregory, 789
Darlings of the forest!
R. T. Cooke. 31
Milton, 742
Brooks. 282
Daughter to that good Earl, once President..
Day, in melting purple dying.
Day stars! that ope your eyes with morn .H. Smith. 37
Dead! one of them shot by the sea..... Mrs. Browning. 563
Dear child, whom sleep can hardly tame.......Sterling, 122
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd
Cotton, 341
Dear common flower, that grow'st besid the way, Lowell. 33
Dearest, do not delay me.. Beaumont and Fletcher, 251
Hood. 126
Mrs. Browning. 226
Tennyson. 167
Dear Fanny, nine long years ago.
Dear friend and fellow-student..
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire
Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold..
Dear sister, while the wise and sage..
First catch your clams-along the ebbing edges. Croffut. 462
First time he kissed me, he but only. Mrs. Browning. 246
Five years have passed; five summers..... Wordsworth. 78
Flung to the heedless winds..
Fly not yet-'tis just the hour.
Fly to the desert, fly with me
Fold thy little hands in prayer
Friend of all who seek thy favor
From all that dwell below the skies.
From his brimstone bed at break of day.
From my lips in their defilement..
From Oberon, in fairy land..
From Stirling Castle we had seen..
From you have I been absent in the spring. Shakespeare. 243
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.. Shakespeare. 161
Gamarra is a dainty steed...
Gane were but the winter cauld.
Gather ye rose-buds as ye may
Genteel in personage.
Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many
Gin a body meet a body.
God is a name my soul adores..
God is the refuge of his saints.
God makes sech nights, all white an' still
God moves in a mysterious way
God prosper long our noble king.
God save our gracious king
God sends his teachers unto every age.
God shield ye, heralds of the spring.
God, who the universe doth hold
Goe, soul, the bodie's guest.
Go, lovely rose !
Go now! and with some daring drug.
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!.
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home.
Good-morrow to thy sable beak.
Good muse, rock me asleep..
Good people all, of every sort..
Good people all, with one accord.
Go, sit by the summer sea.
Go to dark Gethsemane..
Wexley, 809
Watts. 843
Coleridge. 460
Damascenus. 802
Anonymous, 576
Wordsworth. 74
B. Cornwall. 61
Cunningham. 548
...Herrick. 333
Anonymous, $4
Dibdin. 456
Anonymous. 288
Watts. 844
Watts. 841
Lorcell. 290
Comper. 844
Anonymous. 359
Anmymous. 384
Lowell. 612
Ronsard. 3
Darison. 840
Raleigh, 703
Waller. 34
Crashaw. 719
Allingham. 80
Emerson, 717
Baillie. 21
Wordsworth, 707
Goldsmith. 432
Goldsmith. 455
Anonymous, 286
J. Montgomery. 800
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good..
..J. Quarles. 849
Halleck. 559
Hunt. 54
Lowell. 484
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Hail to the Lord's anointed.
Half a league, half a league.
Half-sleeping. by the fire I sit.
Hame, hame, hame! oh hume I fain.
Hamelin town's in Brunswick..
Hans Breitmann gife a barty.
Happy art thou, whom God does bless.
Happy insect, can it be.
Happy insect, ever blest,
Happy songster, perched above..
Happy the man whose wish and care
Hark! ah, the Nightingale.
Hark hark! the lark at heaven's gate.
Hark! some wild trumpeter..
.Logan. 16
Cowley, 733
Shelley. 10
J. Montgomery. 799
Tennyson. 402
Mills. 561
Cunningham. 380
..R. Browning. 128
Leland. 483
Cowley. 46
Anacreon. 53
W. Harte. 54
.Anacreon. 54
Pope. 732
M. Arnold. 40
Shakespeare. 10
W. Whitman. 669
Mueller. 718
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning..S. T. Coleridge. 110
Hast thou seen that lordly castle.
Uhland. 563
Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell.. ..S. T. Coleridge. 595
Hear the sledges with the bells.
Poe. 665
Cowper. 835
Anonymous. 237
Hazewell. 384
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken
He came across the meadow-pass.
He filled the crystal goblet.
"Heigho," yawned one day King Francis. R. Browning. 210
He is gone on the mountain.
Hence, all you vain delights....Beaumont and Fletcher, 726
Hence, loathed Melancholy.
Hence, vain deluding joys.
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling.
Here, here, oh here, Eurydice...
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear.
Here's a health to them that 's awa.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare..
Her eyes the glow-worme lend thee.
Her suffering ended with the day.
He sang so wildly, did the boy..
He that loves a rosy cheek.
Milton. 698
Milton. 700
Dibdin. 524
.Lovelace, 309
Roberts. 42
Burns. 265
Burns. 377
Tennyson. 822
Wordsworth. 141
..Herrick. 254
He that of such a height hath built his mind..
He who died at Azan sends.
Hey, now the day's dawning
Hie upon Hielands..
J. Aldrich, 541
Burbidge. 124
Carew. 254
Daniel. 704
E. Arnold. 783
A. Montgomery. 9
Anonymous. 496
Home they brought her warrior dead.
Ho pretty page, with the dimpled chin..
Ho, sailor of the sea...
How are thy servants blest, O Lord.
Tennyson. 159
Thackeray, 29
Dobell. 523
Addison. 812
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my. Woodworth. 652
How delicious is the winning.
Campbel. 212
How do I love thee? Let me count. Mrs. Browning, 246
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean.. Herbert. 806
How happy is he born and taught..
Wotton. 756
How like a winter hath my absence been...Shakespeare. 243
How little fades from earth when sink to rest.. Sterling. 679
How little recks it where men lie.
How many paltry, foolish, painted things.
How many summers, love.
How near me came the hand of death.
How orient is thy beauty! How divine.
How seldom, friend, a good, great man..S.
How should I your true love know.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest.
Barry. 419
Drayton. 245
Cornwall. 343
Wither. 829
F. Quarles. 806
T. Coleridge. 742
Shakespeare, 257
Collins. 384
Thackeray. 729
Anonymous. 174
Hunt. 769
Herbert. 805
foot.. Blunt. 58
Marrell. 45
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth. Milton, 742
How spake of old the Royal Seer..
How stands the glass around?.
How sweet it were, if without feeble fright.
How sweetly doth my master sound.
How the earth burns! Each pebble under
How vainly men themselves amaze..
Hush my dear, lie still and slumber.
I am a friar of orders gray.
I am monarch of all I survey.
I arise from dreams of thee.
I ask not that my bed of death.
I bade thee stay. Too well I know.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting
I cannot eat but little meat.
I cannot make him dead.
O'Keefe, 729
Couper. 641
Shelley. 262
M. Arnold. 774
S. H. Whitman. 293
flowers...Shelley. 63
Still. 428
Pierpont, 157
Tennyson. 26
Shelley. 27
Tennyson. 165
Collins. 97
Percival. 7
Burbidge. 287
Mrs. Browning. 246
I come from the haunts of coot and hern..
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way
I envy not, in any moods.
If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song.
I feel a newer life in every gale..
If I desire with pleasant songs.
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou.
I fill this cup to one made up..
If it be true that any beauteous thing.
If love were what the rose is..
If that the world and love were young.
If the red slayer think he slays.
If this fair rose offend.
Pinkney. 278
Michel Angelo. 245
Swinburne. 251
Raleigh, 259
Emerson. 714
Congreve and Somerville, 248
Mrs. Browning. 246
If thou must love me, let it be for..
If thou wert by my side, my love.
If thou wilt ease thine heart.
If to be absent were to be.
If you become a nun, dear.
I give thee treasures hour by hour.
.Heber. 340
Beddoes, 562
Lovelace. 255
Hunt. 284
R. T. Cooke. 319
I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years.. Moultrie. 151
I have got a new-born sister.
In Köln, a town of monks and bones
In London was young Beichan born..
In martial sports I had my cunning tried..
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes..Emerson. 31
In slumbers of midnight the sailor boy lay..
In summer, when the days were long..
In the desert of the Holy Land I strayed
In the hour of my distress...
In their ragged regimentals
In the merrie moneth of Maye.
In the old churchyard of his native town.
In this world, the isle of dreams
Into the silent land
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan..
In yonder dim and pathless wood.
Iphigenia, when she heard her doom
I remember. I remember..
I said to sorrow's awful storm.
I sat with Doris, the shepherd-maiden..
I saw him last on this terrace proud
I saw him once before.
I saw the twinkle of white feet..
I saw two clouds at morning.
I say to thee, do thou repeat..
I sought thee round about, O thou my God... Heywood. 844
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he.. R. Browning. 385
Is there for honest poverty..
Is there, when the winds are singing..
Is this a fast-to keep the larder lean.
It is an ancient mariner..
It is a place where poets crowned.
It is not that my lot is low..
It is the miller's daughter.
.Burns. 744
Blanchard. 122
Herrick. 816
S. T. Coleridge. 615
Mrs. Browning. 685
H. K. White. 561
Tennyson. 277
It is the poet Uhland, from whose wreathings,
It little profits that, an idle king.
I too have suffered. Yet I know.
It was a beauteous lady richly dressed.
It was a friar of orders gray
It was a summer evening
It was many and many a year ago..
It was not in the winter
It was the calm and silent night..
It was the schooner Hesperus..
It was the season when thro' all the land.
I've taught thee love's sweet lesson o'er
I've wandered east, I've wandered west.
I wandered by the brook-side..
I wandered, lonely as a cloud..
Butler, 692
Tennyson. 631
M. Arnold. 321
Norton. 322
Percy, 208
Southey, 649
Poe. 325
Hood. 278
Domett. 812
Longfellow. 520
Longfellow. 21
Darley, 279
Motherwell. 311
Milnes. 277
Wordsworth. 30
Loud he sang the psalm of David..
Loud is the Summer's busy song..
Loud wind! strong wind! sweeping o'er the.
Love comes back to his vacant dwelling..
Love is a sickness full of woes.
Love is the blossom where there blows...
Love knoweth every form of air.
Love me if I live...
Love me little, love me long.
Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay.
Love not me for comely grace..
Love thy mother, little one.
Low spake the knight to the peasant-girl.
Dobson, 287
Danid. 248
Fletcher, 253
Willis. 287
Cornwall. 272
Anonymous. 230
Norton. 332
Anonymous. 258
Hood. 119
Sterling. 313
.Byron. 22
Anonymong, 430
Uhland. 108
Scott. 379
Conciey, 23
Survey, CS
Newton, N01
Whiffier. 314
Douglas, 267
Thurlow.
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning.J. F. Waller, 236
Men have done brave deeds.
Methinks it is good to be here.
Anonymous. 416
Knowles, 78
Rogers. 340
H. K. White. 100
Milton, thou shouldst be living at this hour. Wordsworth, 417
Mine be a cot beside the hill.
Moon of harvest, herald mild.
Mortal mixed of middle clay..
Mournfully! oh, mournfully..
Mourn, O rejoicing heart.
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold.
My boat is on the shore.
My brier that smelledst sweet.
My coachman, in the moonlight there.
My days among the dead are passed.
My dear and only love, I pray.
My dear Redeemer, and my God.
My car-rings! my ear-rings !.
My God, I heard this day.
My God, I love thee! not because.
My hair is gray, but not with years.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness
My heart's in the Highlands.
Emerson. 718
Motherwell. 105
Anonymiars, 736
Keats, 692
Byron. 175
Landor. 33
Lowell, 725
R. Southey. 768
Montrose. 259
Watts. 807
Anonymous. 25
Herbert. 757
Xavier, 82
Byron, 512
pains...Keats. 39
Burns. 85
Motherwell. 312
R. H. Wilde. 738
friend... Burns. 733
My heid is like to rend, Willie.
My life is like the summer rose.
My loved, my honored, much-respected
My love has talked with rocks and trees..
My love he built me a bonny bower.
My minde to me a kingdom is.
My mother bore me in the southern wild.
My soul, there is a country.
My soul to-day.....
My spirit longeth for thee.
Tennyson. 39
Anonymous. 45
Byrd. 75
Blake. 147
Vaughan. 836
Mysterious Night! when our first parent...J.
My wind has turned to bitter north..
Nearer, my God, to thee...
Read. 73
Byrom. 811
B. White, 101
Clough. T
Adams, 845
Needy knife-grinder, whither are you going... Canning. 1
Never any more..
Next to thee, O fair gazelle..
Noblest Charis, you that are.
No cloud, no relict of the sunken day.......S.
No god to mortals oftener descends.
No more these simple flowers belong.
No seas again shall sever...
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea.
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note.
Not as all other women are..
Nothing under the sun is new.
Not in the swaying of the summer trees.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments.
K. Browning. 31
B. Taylor. 56
Jonson, 249
T. Coleridge, W
Landor. 765
Whittier, 691
Bonar. 87
R. Southey, 530
Wolfe, 556-
Lowell. 276
Cook. 731
E. Arnold. 673
Shakespeare. 165
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul. Shakespeare. 244
Not on a prayerless bed..
Not ours the vows of such as plight.
Now glory to the Lord of hosts..
Mercer. 821
Barton, 320
Macaulay. 367
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