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Plaint of an Humble Servant
The Bells of London
Johnny shall have a New Bonnet
The Frog he would a-wooing ride
I had a Little Pony
I had a Little Hobby-Horse
There was a Crooked Man
There was a Man of Newington
I had a Little Nut-Tree
Old King Cole
The North Wind doth blow
Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?
A Frog he would a-wooing go
How many Miles is it to Babylon?
To Bed, to Bed
PATMORE, COVENTRY (1823-1896)
PHILLIPS, KATHERINE (1631-1664)
POPE, ALEXANDER (1688–1744)
The Quiet Life
PRIOR, MATTHEW (1664-1721)
ROCHESTER, EARL OF (1648-1680)
Epitaph on Charles II
ROGERS, SAMUEL (1763-1855)
Dear is my Little Native Vale
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM (1564-1616)
To his Love: "When in the chronicle of wasted time" 188
Dirge from “Cymbeline"
Sonnet: “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought" 195
SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE (1792–1822)
Autumn: A Dirge
The Poet's Dream
Ode to the West Wind
SHIRLEY, JAMES (1596-1666)
The Glories of our Blood and State
A Christmas Legend
SOUTHWELL, ROBERT (1561(?)–1595)
Time goes by Turns
SQUIRE, J. C.
In the Poppy Field
STEVENSON, ROBERT Louis (1850-1894)
I will make you brooches
TENNYSON, ALFRED (1809-1892)
The Beggar Maid
From “In Memoriam”
Sweet and Low
TICHBORNE, CHIDIOCK (1558(?)-1586)
Verses written in the Tower
VAUGHAN, HENRY (1622–1695)
WHITMAN, Walt (1819–1892)
O Captain! my Captain!
WINCHELSEA, ANNE FINCH, COUNTESS OF (1660-1720)
The Atheist and the Acorn
WITHER, GEORGE (1588-1667)
A Christmas Carol
WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM (1770-1850)
To the Cuckoo
The Green Linnet
A slumber did my spirit seal
My Heart leaps up
She dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
Upon Westminster Bridge
By the Sea
Wotton, Henry (1568–1639)
A Description of the Spring
The Character of a Happy Life
A beanfield in blossom smells as sweet, 108.
A Chieftain to the Highlands bound, 46.
A frog he would a-wooing go, 38.
A good sword and a trusty hand, 14.
A slumber did my spirit seal, 69.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, 143.
A widow bird sate mourning for her love, 70.
A wind is brushing down the clover, 184.
Above yon sombre swell of land, 166.
Abroad on a winter's night there ran, 63.
Ah, what avails the sceptred race, 57.
Alas! my love, you do me wrong, 189.
All day long the traffic goes, 131.
All night had shout of men and cry, 195.
Among the woods and tillage, 214.
And did those feet in ancient time, 79.
And now all nature seemed in love, 48.
Are you awake, Gemelli, 179.
As I came thro’ Sandgate, 15.
As I sat under a sycamore tree, 75.
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, 191.
Behold her, single in the field, 166.
Behold, within the leafy shade, 58.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed, 65.
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock, 125.
Come live with me and be my love, 187.
Dear is my little native vale, 134.
Death stands above me, whispering low, 115.
Drake he's in his hammock an'a thousand mile away, 142.
Earth has not anything to show more fair, 135.
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see, 6.
Far are the shades of Arabia, 183.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun, 193.
First came the primrose, 42.
For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, 109.
Fresh with all airs of woodland brooks, 184.
Gay go up and gay go down, 31.
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill! 215.
Goblins came, on mischief bent, 171.
Good-morrow to the day so fair, 138.
Good people all, of every sort, 5.
Good speed, for I this day, 124.
Gorbo, as thou camest this way, 6o.
Had I a golden pound to spend, 172,
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, 93.
Happy the man, whose wish and care, 22.
He comes on chosen evenings, 10.
He that loves a rosy cheek, 80.
Her arms across her breast she laid, 16.
Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, 150.
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, 122.
How happy is he born and taught, 114.
How many miles is it to Babylon? 41.
How nice it is to eat, 11.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, 79.
How sweet I roam'd from field to field, 128.
How vainly men themselves amaze, 211.
How weak a star doth rule mankind, 86.
I am a willow-wren, 121.
I come from haunts of coot and hern, 24.
I had a little hobby-horse, 35.
I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear, 36.