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O friends, with whom my feet have trod....
O God! if this indeed be all...
O God, the giver of all.....

O God, thou faithful God..

O God! whose thoughts are brightest light..

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky..

O happy glow! O sun-bathed tree!.....

O keen, pellucid air...............

O lady! we receive but what we give.

O Law, fair form of Liberty..

O Love, come back.....

O Love Divine...

O loving God of Nature..

O melancholy bird..

O mistress mine, where are you roaming..
O messenger, art thou the king or I..

O mother, wait until my work is done..

O murmuring waters.....

O my luve's like a red, red rose...

O mystic, mighty flower.....

O Nature! all thy seasons please the eye..

O only Source of all our light...

O perfect Light, which shaid away.

O Power, more near my life...................

O reader, hast thou ever stood to see..

O river Beautiful...

O sacred star of evening, tell..

O saw ye bonnie Lesley.

O soul of mine..

O spirit of the summer-time.

O Stella golden star of youth..

O still, white face of perfect peace..

O strong soul, by what shore..

O summer-time, so passing sweet

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Southey. 321
..Plimpton. 833
.O. W. B. Peabody, 524
......Burns. 259
Chadwick. 902
Allingham. 825
Walker. 469

O suns and skies and clouds of June..
O sweet and fair! O rich and rare...
O sweet wild roses that bud and blow..
O Switzerland! my country! 'tis to thee....
O thou eternal One! whose presence bright..
O thou great Arbiter of life and death...

O thou great Being! what thou art....

O Thou great Friend...

O thou, so early lost...

O thou that rollest above...

O Thon whose image in the shrine..

O time and death! with certain pace..

O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay.

O truth of the earth..

O vale and lake.........

O weary heart, there is a rest..

O weel may the boatie row..

O wild and stormy Lammermoor..

O wild, enchanting horn........

O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's

O Willie's gane to Melville Castle....

O winter, wilt thou never, never go..

O world! O life! O time!.

O ye dead poets who are living still..
O ye uncrowned but kingly kings..
Occasions drew me early to the city..
Odors of Spring, my sense ye charm..
O'er meadows green...
O'er wayward childhood...

Of all the girls that are so smart....
Of all the human-helping songs..
Of all the myriad moods of mind..
Of all the thoughts of God that are..
Of idle hopes and fancies wild...
Of old, when Scarron.....

Of Nelson and the North..

.D. R. Goodale. 942
M. Arnold, 784
Miss Pfeiffer. 926
Mrs. Jackson. 844

535
Gilder. 924
..John Neal. 443
.Bowring. 439
Young. 137
Burns. 256

T. Parker. 689

M. Davidson. 644
Macpherson, 222
. Clough. 753
.....Sands. 521

Bowles. 265
Whitman. 756
Mrs. Hemans. 449
.Mrs. Ellet. 749
.John Ewen. 224
Lady Scott. 740
Mellen. 525
being....Shelley. 425
160
..D. Gray. 888
.Shelley. 427
Longfellow. 632
Aiken. 552
Milton. 95
Mrs. Tighe. 317
Horne, 581

.S. T. Coleridge. 309
.Carey. 165
Wentz. 903
Lowell, 764

Mrs. Browning. 669
.. Mrs. Hall. 580
Goldsmith. 200
..Campbell. 338
Dryden. 118
name...Drummond. 49
..Merrick. 185
.Laighton. 827

Of these the false Achitophel was first..
Of this fair volume which we World do
Oft has it been my lot to mark.....
Oft have I walked these woodland paths..
Oft in the after-days...

Oft in the stilly night.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green..

Fane. 822
Moore, 346

.Dickens. 706

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Oh, how canst thou renounce...

Mrs. Southey. 392
.....Beattie, 218

Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous.....Shakspeare. 30
Oh, how the Swans of Wilton.......
Oh, is there not a land......

Oh, it is great for our country to die..
Oh, it is hard to work for God....

Oh, it is pleasant with a heart at ease......
Oh, leave thyself to God..

Oh, let me alone.....

Oh! listen, man! a voice.....
Oh listen to the howling sea.....

Oh! lives there, Heaven, beneath thy wide..
Oh, loosen the snood.....

Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home...
Oh, Master and Maker.....

Oh, may I join the choir invisible..
Oh, my bosom is throbbing with joy.
Oh, never did a mighty truth.....
Oh, not in vain........

Oh now, my true and dearest bride..
Oh, saw ye the lass......

Oh, saw you not fair Ines...

544

.Mrs. Barbauld, 226

Oh say! can you see, by the dawn's early light..
Oh, say not so! a bright old age..

Oh! say not thou art all alone...
Oh say not woman's heart is bought..
Oh, say, what is that thing called light..
Oh, sweet Adare! oh, lovely vale.....
Oh, sweet is thy current....

Oh, that I were the great soul of a world..
Oh, that the desert were my dwelling-place...
Oh, that those lips had language...
Oh, the charge at Balaklava..

Oh, the days are gone, when Beauty bright...
Oh, there's a dream of early youth..
Oh! thou bright and beautiful day..
Oh, thou conqueror..

... Percival. 481
....... Faber. 732
Coleridge, 308
Burbidge. 747
..Key. 343
R. H. Dana. 383
Curtis, 794
Campbell. 340
..Halpine. $33
..Kingsley. 765
.....Clarke. 67T
Mrs. Cross. 771
M. Davidson. 644
.Talfourd. 472
...Linton. 704
Barnes, 673

527

Hood, 510
.Key. 342
.Barton, 368

..A. A. Watts, 518

Peacock, 584
...Cibber. 127
.Grifin, 586

H. B. Wallace, 746

Kennedy, 520
Byron, 397
.Cowper. 212

Meek. 721
Moore. 349

555
...Simms. 618
..Beaumont and Fletcher. 46

.Bryant. 467
......Moore. 349

Oh thou great Movement of the universe.
Oh, Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear.....
Oh! vex me not with needless cry................ W. Smith, 555
Oh, waly, waly, up the bank..

Oh, water for me...

Oh! what a marvel of electric might...
Oh, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms..
Oh, what will a' the lads do....

Oh, where, tell me where.....

Oh, wherefore come ye forth.

Ob, who shall lightly say that Fame....

82

E. Johnson. 553
.Miss Bates 924
..Keats. 491
.Hogg. 281

Mrs. Anne Grant 247
......Macaulay. 561
Miss Baillie. 266
Knox. 410
..Beattie, 219

Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud..
Oh ye wild groves, oh where...

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west...
Oh, to be home again.............

Oh, weary heart! thou'rt half-way home..
Old Grimes is dead; that good old man.......
Old things need not be therefore true..
Old wine to drink...........

On a night like this how many..
On Carron's side the primrose pale..
On Leven's banks while free to rove..
On Linden, when the sun was low...
On lips of blooming youth......

On parent knees, a naked new-born child..
On that deep-retiring shore.....

On the deep is the mariner's danger.............

Scott. 998

Fields. 748

Willis. 625

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On the field in front of Frastenz..
On thy fair bosom, silver lake..

On what foundation stands the warrior's
Once at the angelus (ere I was dead).
Once in the flight of ages past...
Once in the leafy prime of spring....
Once, looking from a window on a land..
Once on my mother's breast.....

Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands.
Once upon a midnight dreary..

INDEX OF FIRST LINES, ETC.

PAGE

...J. O. Sargent. 703
.Percival. 482
pride..S. Johnson. 178

One day, nigh weary of the irksome way...
One more unfortunate...

One morn, what time the sickle 'gan to play.
One night came on a hurricane..
One of the stairs to head to heaven.

One saith "The world's a stage".
One sweetly solemn thought...

One word is too often profaned..
Only a baby small....

Only a shelter for my head I sought..
Only the beautiful is real.....
Only waiting till the shadows..
Onward forever flows the tide of life.
Onward! throw all terrors off..
Ostera! spirit of spring-time..
Our bugles sang truce.....

Our gentle Charles has passed away.
Our gude man cam' hame at e'en..
Our life is like a cloudy sky...
Our life is twofold.....

Our native land-our native vale.

..Dobson, 897

.Montgomery. 303
Fields. 748
..Gilder. 924
.Howells. S71
.Bryant. 466
........Poe, 663

.Spenser. 11

.Hood. 508

.Brydges. 264
...Pitt. 532
..Linton, 703
Symonds. 912
..P. Cary. 769

...Shelley. 427
M. Barr. 848
Lilian Clarke, 678
Linton. 704
Mrs. Mace. 867
.Symonds. 911
·Bowring. 440

Mrs. Mace. 866

Campbell. 336
.Talfourd. 471
161

Our oats they are howed, and our barley's reaped.
Out from cities haste away..

. Davy. 342

Rarely, rarely comest thon......
Reed of the stagnant waters........
Reflected in the lake I love...
Rejoice, ye heroes...

Religion, which true policy befriends.
Remember thee? Yes, while there's life.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow..
Retire-the world shut out.....

Rise, rise! Lowland and Highland men.
Rise, then, Aristo's son, assist my Muse.
River is time in water; as it came...
River! river! little river....
Rock of ages, cleft for me.....

Rocked in the cradle of the deep...

Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river.

Roll on, thou ball, roll on....

Rose-cheeked Laura, come....

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch..

953

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..Shelley. 426
Higginson. 792
Townshend. 588

.Talfourd. 470
Mrs. Phillips. 119
Moore. 347
Goldsmith. 199

Young. 138
...Imlah. 526
Henry More. 105

.Holyday. 59
.Mrs. Southey. 388
Toplady. 224
Mrs. Willard. 384

Mangan, 590
Gilbert. 871
Campion. 85

..Mrs. Grant. 225

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Pringle. 408

157

..Bennett. 772

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Pipe, little minstrels of the waning year.............. Miss Kimball. 857
Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray..... Westwood. 730
Piping down the valleys wild.....
.....Blake. 251
Place we a stone at his head and his feet.......... Kennedy. 520
Pleasures lie thickest where..
Blanchard. 582
Pleasures of Imagination.....
A kenside. 187
..Cowley. 111
Timrod. $29
. Massey. 826
Miss Larcom, $14
.Shakspeare. 31

Poet and saint! to thee alone are given.
Poet, if on a lasting fame the bent
Poor little Willie..

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Scorn not the sounet, critic..
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled..
Sea-king's daughter from over the sea.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Seated one day at the organ...........

See how the orient dew...

See! how with thundering fiery feet..
Seeing our lives by Nature now are led.
Seek not the spirit if it hide.

See the chariot at hand here of Love..
Self-taught, unaided, poor, reviled..
Serene I fold my arms and wait......
Shakspeare, Detached Passages from.......
Shall he whose birth, maturity, and age..
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day..
Shall I tell you whom I love.......
Shall I, wasting in despair..
She bounded o'er the graves.

Akenside. 186

...Hall. 571

A. H. Everett. 412
Wordsworth. 292

.Burns. 257
Tennyson. 681
.Keats. 495
Miss Procter. 806
Marvell. 113
T. Taylor. 251
..McKnight, 900
Emerson. 592
Jonson. 43
.... Garrison. 614
.Burroughs. 872

33
.Beattie, 220
Shakspeare. 29
Wm. Browne. 53
Wither. 52
Mrs. Gilman. 458
behold....... Pope, 151
..Sillery. 639
.H. Coleridge. 496
Donne. 42

..Piatt. 864

She comes, she comes! the sable throne
She died in beauty! like a rose.....
She is not fair to outward view..
She of whose soul if we may say 'twas gold..
She passed up the aisle on the arm of her sire.......Locker, 777
She pulls a rose from her rose-tree.......
She stood breast-high amid the corn.....
She walketh up and down the marriage mart.
She walks in beauty, like the night..
She was a phantom of delight.....
She was indeed a pretty little creature..
She wore a wreath of roses..

Shed no tear! Oh, shed no tear...
Shining sickle, lie thou there......
Should auld acquaintance be forgot..
Shrink not, O human spirit....

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Prisoner! within these gloomy walls close pent... Garrison, 614
Prune thou thy words..
...J. H. Newman. 571
.Hood. 513

Pshaw! away with leaf and berry..

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Silent companions of the lonely hour..
Silent nymph, with curious eye.

.Shakspeare. 28
..Greville.

18

.Mrs. Norton. 648

. Dyer. 170

Since, dearest friend, 'tis your desire to see.......... . Cowley. 110
Since Nature's works be good, and death doth serve. Sidney. 16
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.... Drayton. 24
Since trifles make the sum of human things..Hannah More. 230
Sing again the song you sung..
.....Curtis. 794
.Henry More. 106

Sing aloud! His praise rehearse...............
Sing lullabies, as women do............

Sink to my heart, bright evening skies..

Gascoigne. 9
..Perkins. 688

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Spring flowers, spring birds, spring breezes.... Montgomery. 304
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king...Nash. 38
Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air...
Square and rough-hewn.....

Staffa, I scaled thy summit hoar...
Stand up-erect! thou hast the form..
Stars, that on your wondrous way...
Stately as bridegroom to a feast..
Steer, hither steer your wingéd pines...
Step in, pray, Sir Toby, my picture is here..
Stern daughter of the voice of God.......
Still here-thou hast not faded......
Still sighs the world for something new.
Still to be neat, still to be drest..
Still young and fine.....

Stoop to my window, thou beautiful dove.
Stop, mortal, here thy brother lies...
Stop on the Appian Way..

Storm upon the mountain.....

Strange looked that lady old, reclined...
Strange, strange for thee and me.......
Strength of the beautiful day...
Strength, too! thon surly, and less gentle
Strew all their graves with flowers..
Strive; yet I do not promise....

Strive not to say the whole..

Struggle not with thy life..

Suicide: From "Ethelstan".

Sure, to the mansions of the blessed.

Swans sing before they die....

Timrod. 828
Pickering. 362
Sotheby. 249
Gallagher. 651

..Jane Taylor. 365

Thornbury. S24
Wm. Browne. 54
.Lewis. 328
Wordsworth. 283
Hallam. 695
Hoyt. 672
..Jonson, 45
.. Vaughan. 107
Willis. 625
.Elliott. 362
Mrs. Stoddard, 804
.. Westwood, 729
Simmons. 700
..Phoebe Cary. 769
.J. Hawthorne. 929
boast....... Blair. 155
. Very. 713
Miss Procter. 806
..Story. 752
Mrs. Kemble. 694
..Darley. 376
.Adams. 535
.S. T. Coleridge. 555

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Simmons 00

Take back into thy bosom, earth....
Take back these vain insignia of command..Sir A. de Vere,
Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear........ Mason, 198
Take, oh take those lips away...... Beaumont and Fletcher. 47
Tangled I was in Lové's snare.....
6
Herbert, 61
..Tennyson, 688

Teach me, my God and King.
Tears, idle tears, I know not..
Tell him I love him yet.......
Tell me, friend-as you are bidden.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind..
Tell me, now, my saddened soul..
Tell the fainting soul in the weary form..
That son of Italy who tried to blow..
That which her slender waist confined..
That which makes us have no need...
The air is white with snow-flakes clinging..

Wyatt.

..Praed. 515

Clarke. 68

Lovelace. 169
.Greg. 001
..Barker. 742
M. Arnold. 784
Waller. S
Crashaw, 101

.Payne, 918

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..... Brainard, 484
..S. Longfellow. 766

Marlowe. 25
Campbell. 339
Randall, 892
Nicoll. 720
.Callanan, 409

.Shakspeare. 31

The deep affections of the breast.
The despot's heel is on thy shore..
The dew is on the summer's greenest grass
The evening star rose beauteous....
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame..
The faithful helm commands the keel...
The feathered songster chanticleer..
The forces that prevail eternally.....
The garden trees are busy with the shower......
The glories of our blood and state..
The gloom of the sea-fronting cliffs.
The goddess gasped for breath...
The good-they drop around ns.
The gray sea and the long black land.
The groves of Blarney.....

The hands of my watch point to midnight...
The harp that once through Tara's halls.
The heath this night must be my bed.....
The high-born soul disdains to rest...
The honey-bee that wanders all day long..
The hours are past, love.....

The hours on the old piazza.....
The island lies nine lengnes away.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece...
The jackdaw sat on the cardinal's chair......
The joy-bells are ringing in gay Malahide..

..O'Reilly, 922
Chatterton. 239

.McKnight. 900

Hallam, 635
...Shirley. @
Dneden. 931
Hirst. 718

..I. Williams. 599

.Browning. 710

Milliken. 912
..Conant, 880

Moore, 346
...Scott, 302
Akenside, 1ST
.Mrs. Botta, 770
Mrs. Kemble. 64
..Story, 75

R. H. Dana. 554
.Byron. 598

.. Barham. 405
...Grifin, US6

The king sits in Dunfermline town...

The lake lay hid in mist, and to the sand..
The lark is singing in the blinding sky..
The little comer's coming......
The little gate was reached at last..
The loppéd tree in time may grow again..
The Lord my pasture shall prepare..
The lost days of my life until to-day..
The loved of early days........

The mellow year is hasting to its close..
The mightiest of the Hebrew seers....
The morning breaks bonny o'er mountain..
The musc, disgusted at an age and clime.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES, ETC.

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65
530

...A. Smith. 835

.....Aird. 580
Lowell. 762
23

.Southwell.

Addison. 128
..Rossetti. 822
.R. Miller. 691
H. Coleridge. 497
...Bryant. 468
........Thom. 409
Berkeley, 189

Bourdillon. 938
Sir T. Browne. 87
.Miss Ingelow. $40
536

The name of Commonwealth is past and gone....... Byron. 399
The night has a thousand eyes...
The night is come: like to the day...
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower..
The opal-hued and many-perfumed morn..
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded....
The other shape, if shape it might be called...
The pilgrim fathers, where are they..
The poetry of earth is never dead...

The rain has ceased, and in my room..

The rain is o'er: how dense and bright..

The rain's come at last.......

The reasoning faculty, and that we name...
The quality of mercy is not strained..

..Campbell. 338
....Milton. 96

Pierpont. 379

955

PAGE

Durivage. 727

There hangs a sabre, and there a rein.....
There have been poets that in verse display,..H. Coleridge. 497
There is a garden in her face......
There is a glorious city in the sea.......

There is a happy land.....

..Alison, 22

..Rogers. 268
.A. Young. 658
..Conant. 880
..Hunt. 371
Wentz. 903
De Vere. 393

556
Moore. 345
..Imlah, 526
Ludlow. 883
Whittier, 637

There is a saucy rogue well known....
There is May in books forever.....
There is no death; the common end..
There is no remedy for time misspent..
There is no unbelief.......
There is not in the wide world..
There lives a young lassie.....
There sat an old man on a rock..
There, too, our elder sister plied...
There was a jovial beggar....
There was a lady lived at Leith..
There was a season when the fabled name...
There was a slumberous silence in the air.
There was a sound of revelry by night....
There was a time when meadow, grove, and... Wordsworth. 289
There was never a castle seen....

Keats. 493

There was not on that day a speck to stain.

Aldrich. 868

There were three sailors of Bristol city...

There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r..

Norton. 381
531
.Merivale. 344
Shakspeare. 32

The scene was more beautiful, far, to the eye....... James. 355
The sea, the sea, the open sea....

.....Procter. 385
.Longfellow. 633
...J. Cunningham. 204
Moore, 350
Thoreau. 745
Calvert. 591

The shades of night were falling fast..
The silver moon's enamored beam.....
The sky is bright-the breeze is fair......
The sluggish smoke curls up.....
The soul leaps up to hear this mighty sound..
The soul of man is larger than the sky...
The spacious firmament on high

The spearmen heard the bugle sound..
The splendor falls on castle walls...

The spring is here-the delicate-footed May..
The stars shed a dreamy light.......

The sultry summer past, September comes..
The summer sun was sinking...
The sun descending in the west...
The sun has gane down.......

The sun is careering in glory and might..
The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May..
The sun is up betimes.....

The sun is warm, the sky is clear..

.H. Coleridge. 497
......Addison. 128

..Spencer. 295
Tennyson. 683
Willis. 625
Hosmer. 731
Wilcox. 462
.Anster. 442
Blake. 250
Tannahill. 324
.Miss Mitford. 382
Hunt. 371
A. C. Coxe. 750
..Shelley. 422
.Collier. 917
Mrs. Anne Hunter. 225
.Lathrop. 937
..Alford. 692
.II. R. Jackson. 778

The sun sank low; beyond the harbor bar..
The sun sets in night.......

The sunshine of thine eyes..

The sweetest flower that ever saw the light...
The tattoo beats, the lights are gone.......

The thoughts are strange that crowd into my....Brainard. 485
The time will come full soon...

The trees are barren, cold, and brown.....
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine..
The twilight hours, like birds flew by.
The very pulse of ocean now was still...
The vicomte is wearing a brow of gloom.
The voice which I did more esteem.....
The waters are flashing...

The waves came moaning up the shore..
The waves of light are drifting....

Mrs. Moulton. 863
D. R. Goodale, 942
..... Moore. 846
.Mrs. Welby. 779
.E. Sargent. 716
Durivage. 727
Wither. 51
...Shelley. 423
Collier. 918
Robbins. 707
Mitchell. 813

.Harney. 853

........

The weather-leech of the top-sail shivers.......
The wind came blowing out of the West..
The Wind one morning sprang up from sleep. ..Howitt. 4S3
The world is too much with us.....
Wordsworth. 292
The world may change from old to new.... Mrs. Adams. 609
The world of matter, with its various forms.. . Young. 137
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever now...... Shakspeare. 30
Then Shakspeare rose.........
..Sprague. 415
Then the master, with a gesture of command...Longfellow. 629
Then welcome, Death! thy dreaded harbingers..... Young. 137
There are no ills but what we make...
.C. Cotton. 114
There came three men out of the West.
75
There came to the beach...

..Campbell. 337

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These as they change, Almighty Father, these.... Thomson. 167
These songs of mine, the best that I have sung.. Stoddard. 803
These times touch moneyed worldlings. Wordsworth. 294
They are all gone into the world of light..
They are flown, beautiful fictions...
They gave me advice and counsel...
They grew in beauty side by side...
They sin who tell us love can die..
They speak of never-withering shades..
They tell me first and early love...
They tell us, love, that you and I......
They were two princes doomed to death.....
They'll talk of him for years to come..

Mrs. Barbauld. 227
Hedderwick. 729
547

.Mrs. Piatt. $65
.Mahony. 599

Things of high import sound I in thine ears....E. Peabody. 623
Think in how poor a prison thou didst lie.. ....Donne. 42
Think me not unkind and rude....
......Emerson. 593

Think not that strength lies in the big.....J. A. Alexander. 6€7
Think upon Death; 'tis good to think. .H. Coleridge. 498
Think you I choose or that or this to sing. ..Dourden. 932
This day beyond all contradiction....
. Praed, 575
This figure that thou here seest put..
Jonson. 44
This gentleman and I......
Heywood. 36
This is her picture as she was..
Rossetti. 822
This is my little sweetheart dead.
Nora Perry. 920
This is the ship of pearl........
...Holmes. 654
This motley piece to you I send.
M. Green. 154
This only grant me, that my means may lie.. ...... Cowley. 111
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle. ..Shakspeare. 32
This sweet child which hath climbed..
This world a hunting is......

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Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue...

Thy memory as a spell....

Thy smiles, thy talk, thy aimless plays..
Thy will be done, Almighty God..
Tiger, tiger, burning bright....

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back..
Time moveth not; our being 'tis...
'Tis a fearful night in the winter-time..
"Tis Autumn, and my steps...

'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze...
'Tis morn: the sea-breeze seems to bring..
'Tis not every day that I...

"Tis not for golden eloquence I pray.......
'Tis strange what awkward figures...

.Akenside. 187
Gilder. 924
Wyatt. G
Herschel. 441

Akenside. 187

.H. K. White. 377

3

Gower.
.Logan. 234
....Gall. 330
..Macnish. 573
Walker. 469
Mrs. McCord. 674
Blake. 250
Shakspeare. 31
.H. K. White. 377
Eustman. 738

..J. H. Bryant. 627
........ Keble. 437
......Prentice. 578
Herrick. 54
.F. Tennyson. 617
Hood, 511
..Barham, 407
J. Smith, 330
Moore. 348
..Drake. 473

"Tis sweet to think the pure, ethereal being.
'Tis sweet to view, from half-past five to six..
'Tis the last rose of summer.....

"Tis the middle watch of a summer's night.
'Tis the part of a coward to brood..........

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved.

'Tis Winter, cold and rude....

To bring a cloud upon the summer day.

To-day, what is there in the air......................

To draw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name...

...Hayne. 849

..Byron, 400
Cowper. 212
Taylor. 567
Marzials. 926
Jonson. 43

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"Twas amid a scene of blood..
'Twas April; 'twas Sunday.

"Twas at the royal feast for Persia won.
"Twas the day when God's Anointed..

Charlton, 622

..J. F. Clarke, 67S
.......Dryden. 115
......Hedge. 613

Croly. 357
.Thornbury. 824

'Twas morn, and beauteous on the mountain's......Bowles. 265
'Twas morn: the rising splendor rolled..
"Twas the day beside the Pyramids...
'Twas the night before Christmas..

..C. C. Moore. 351

'Twas whispered in heaven, 'twas..........Miss Fanshawe, 530
Twelve years ago, I knew thee, Knowles.
Lamb. 327

Twelve years are gone since Matthew Lee......R. H. Dana. 384
"Twas needful that with life of low degree........McKnight, 900
Two armies covered hill and plain...............
Two went to pray? Oh, rather say......

Under the stormy skies, whose wan..

Under this stone doth lie...

Underneath this sable hearse..

.Thompson. 789
Crashaw. 102

Miss Barr. 939
Villiers. 562

Junson. 45

Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn.... Campbell. 340
Unlike those feeble gales of praise.....

Unmerciful! whose office teacheth mercy..
Up from the meadows rich with corn..
Up from the South at break of day...

Moore, 34S
Knowles, 457
Whittier, 636
....... Read. 781

Up! pilgrim and rover, redouble thy haste........Croswell. G03
Upon God's throne there is a seat for me...........Cranch. 714
Upon the hill he turned...
Upon the white sea-sand.....

Bayly, 501
........Frances Brown, 741

Milton, 99
.Crabbe, 245

.Otway. 121

Wyatt. 6

456

.Pope. 146

548

Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old..
Various and vast, sublime in all its forms..
"Venice Preserved," Scene from.....
Venomons thorns that are so sharp..
"Virginius," Knowles's, Scene from..
Vital spark of heavenly flame.....

Wake from thy azure ocean-bed.......

Wake not, O mother! sounds of lamentation......................... Heber, 363
Wake now, my Love, awake; for it is time..
Walk with the beautiful...

Was ever sorrow like to our sorrow......
Waves, waves, waves!..

'Way down upon de Swannee Ribber...
We are born; we laugh; we weep..
We are living-we are dwelling...
We are two travellers, Roger and I..
We be soldiers three....

We break the glass whose sacred wine..
We count the broken lyres that rest...
We every-day bards may "Anonymous"
We have met again to-night.....

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We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair.........
We knew it would rain, for all the morn..

We know not what it is, dear..

We live in deeds, not years..

Swinburne. 873
.Aldrich, SG8
Mrs. Dodge, 904
....Bailey. 735

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