and me;
holy. At as die to
make mon fee
While Ard is marching
Anonymous 487 W. C. Bryant 84 Anonymous 733 169 670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
Art thou a thing of mortal birth Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
T. Moore T. Hood Coleridge
Alas! how light a cause may move Alas, that moon should ever beam Alas! they had been friends in youth 35 Alas! what pity 't is that regularity G. Colman 742 As by the shore, at break of day Alice was a chieftain's daughter. Mac-Carthy 123 A simple child. A little in the doorway sitting. T. Burbidge II As it fell upon a day A little onward lend thy guiding hand Milton All day long the storm of battle Anonymous 378 All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier All hail thou noble land W. Allston All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores !
C. D. Shanly 79 T. Moore 456 Wordsworth 14 R. Barnfield 349
235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
465 As once a Grecian maiden wove. 444 A song for the plant of my own native
Montgomery 471 A song to the oak, the brave old oak
W. W. Fosdick 36a H. F. Chorley 359
An exquisite invention this.
Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
Anonymous 266 ames Hogg 343
Come, O thou Traveller unknown. Come, rest in this bosom
Bird of the wilderness Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean
Blessings on thee, little man Blossom of the almond-trees Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thos. Davis 72 Tennyson 69 W.C. Bryant 361 Anonymous 496
C. Mar exce 73 Shakespeare 655 Shikesteare 326 Chas. Wesley 270 T. Moore
Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424 Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 57 Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving Whittier Beaumont and Fletcher 575 E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace Shakespeare 224
Cupid and my Campaspe played Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say
Dark as the clouds of even.
Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily
Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 Farewell, thou busy world, and may C. Cotton Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale) Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean St. Gregory the Great 258 Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high Wm. Tennent 373 Day dawned; within a curtained room Barry Cornwall 195 Day hath put on his jacket O.W. Holmes 739 Day in melting purple dying Maria Brooks 156 Day of wrath, that day of burning Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262 Day set on Norham's castled steep Scott 525 Day stars! that ope your frownless eyes Horace Smith 363 Flowers are fresh, and bushes green Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east Lord Strangford)
A. Ramsay Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith Father of all! in every age Pope Father! thy wonders do not singly stand Jones Very. Fear no more the heat o' the sun Shakespeare 190 Fear not, O little flock! the foe (Transl.) M. Altenburg 396 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd Deep in the wave is a coral grove Defer not till to-morrow to be wise Did you hear of the Widow Malone,
E. B. Browning 192 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes N. Cotton 135 J. G. Percival 476 Congreve 616
Chas. Lever 105 Shakespeare 233 David Gray 304 Tennyson 304 Thos. Dibdin 479 Does the road wind up-hill all the way? C. G. Rossetti 261 Do we indeed desire the dead Tennyson 183 Down deep in a hollow, so damp Mrs. R. S. Nichols 672 Down in yon garden sweet and gay Anonymous 202 Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley Dow's Flat. That's its name. Do you ask what the birds say? Drink to me only with thine eyes
Did your letters pierce the queen Die down, O dismal day, and let me live Dip down upon the northern shore Deserted by the waning moon
Burns Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J.
Fox). "Fly to the desert, fly with me' For aught that ever I could read For England when with favoring gale For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning For Reform we feels too lazy Punch
For Scotland's and for freedom's right B. Barton For thirty years secluded from mankind Southey Fresh from the fountains of the wood 7. H. Bryant 657 Friend after friend departs. Montgomery 32
Miss Mitford 436 Watts Whittier Dryden
Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 J. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 R. Herrick
Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme
Philostratus P. Fletcher Burns Anonymous 93
Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528 Earth, of man the bounteous mother E'en such is time; which takes on trust
Go, happy Rose ! and, interwove
Gold gold gold! gold!
Go, lovely rose ! .
Gone at last
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216 "Good morrow, fool," quoth I Good morrow to thy sable beak
Shakespeare 618 Joanna Baillie 345
Her hair was tawny with gold Her hands are cold; her face is white Her suffering ended with the day Her window opens to the bay. He said (I only give the heads). He that loves a rosy cheek
He was in logic a great critic He was of that stubborn crew.
E. B. Browning 453
O. W. Holmes 181 7. Aldrich Whittier Byron
T. Carew
Dr. S. Butler 773
Dr. S. Butler 291
E. B. Browning 110 He who hath bent him o'er the dead His is that language of the heart 600 His puissant sword unto his side young bride stood beside his bed E. C. Stedman 716 Home of the Percy's high-born race Whittier Home they brought her warrior dead Honor and shame from no condition rise Pope Ho! pretty page with the dimpled chin Thackeray Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man Ho, sailor of the sea! How beautiful is the rain! How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley 302 How calm they sleep beneath the shade C. Kennedy 269 How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child- hood. S. Woodworth 27 How delicious is the winning.
Shakespeare Sydney Dobell 490 Longfellow 311
759 How does the water come down at Lodore? 32
R. Southey E. B. Browning 111
58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 356
769 How fine has the day been! how bright was the Watts 314 Sir H. Wotton 571 Barry Cornwall 128
Great Newton's self, to whom the world Lamb Green be the turf above thee . Halleck Green grow the rashes O Burns Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt Guvener B. is a sensible man F. R. Lowell Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Burns 168 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! John Logan 342 Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first born! Milton 297 Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Scott 394 Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Hamelin Town 's in Brunswick Happy insect! ever blest
Happy insect, what can be (Translation
How happy is he born and taught. How many summers, love.
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
355 Pope 134 Matt. Arnold 349 Byron 710
R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august Walter Harte 355 | Young of Abraham How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits Anacreon Coleridge
Happy the man, whose wish and care Hark! ah, the nightingale ! Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest How still the morning of the hallowed day
How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air
Shakespeare 344 Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation of Jas. Clarence Mangan), W. Mueller Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How sweetly," said the trembling maid
Cowper He is the happy man whose life even now Cowper He jests at scars that never felt a wound Shakespeare He, making speedy way through spersed ayre
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
Here's the garden she walked across R. Browning 49 I come from haunts of coot and hern
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