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
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
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...
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
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! 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....
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.............
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.
...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..
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..
..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
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..
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
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....
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..
Silent companions of the lonely hour.. Silent nymph, with curious eye.
.Shakspeare. 28 ..Greville.
.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
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
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..
..Praed. 515
Clarke. 68
Lovelace. 169 .Greg. 001 ..Barker. 742 M. Arnold. 784 Waller. S Crashaw, 101
.Payne, 918
..... 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.
.....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
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.....
..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....
There was not on that day a speck to stain.
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
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...
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......
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
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...
..Byron, 400 Cowper. 212 Taylor. 567 Marzials. 926 Jonson. 43
"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..
'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
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.....
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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