G. H. Boker 449
Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily
Rev. W. R. Duryea 134
Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale
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

Shakespeare
Tennyson

40

182

M. Drayton 386
W. C. Bryant 97

False world, thou ly'st; thou canst not lend

F. Quarles 612
Byron

Fare thee well! and if forever
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!

149

Shakespeare 237

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
Farewell, life! my senses swim
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing

T. Moore

197

Byron

149

T. Hood

239

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
Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
Day set on Norham's castled steep Scott
Day stars! that ope your frownless eyes Horace Smith 363 Flowers are fresh, and bushes green (Translation of
Dead! one of them shot by the sea in the east

Lord Strangford)
Camoens
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Burns
Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J.
Fox).
. Martin Luther 264
"Fly to the desert, fly with me
Chas. Lever 105 For aught that ever I could read
Shakespeare 233 For England when with favoring gale
David Gray 304 For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning
Tennyson 304
For Reform we feels too lazy
Punch
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

II

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
Friends! I came not here to talk
From all that dwell below the skies
From gold to gray

From harmony, from heavenly harmony
From Sterling Castle we had seen.
From the desert I come to thee.
From the recesses of a lowly spirit
Full fathom five.

93

Ben Jonson).

Drop, drop, slow tears

Full knee deep lies the winter snow
Gamarra is a dainty steed
Gather ye rosebuds as ye may
Gay, guiltless pair
Sir W. Raleigh 613 Genteel in personage

England, with all thy faults, I love thee still

Miss Mitford 436
Watts
Whittier
Dryden

294

316

588

Wordsworth 330
Bayard Taylor 71
J. Bowring 278
Shakespeare 656
Tennyson 619

Barry Cornwall 339
R. Herrick

617

Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme

Gently hast thou told thy message
Gille machree, sit down by me
Gin a body meet a body.
"Git oot wid the', Jwohnny'
Give me more love or more disdain
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet
Give me three grains of corn, mother
Give place, ye lovers

.

T. Carew

Sir W. Raleigh 259

Miss Edwards 458

Lord Surrey 41
Bishop Ken
294

Glory to thee, my God, this night
"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"

J. G. Saxe 742

E. B. Browning 62 God makes sech nights, all white an' still

R. Herrick
Anonymous

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Byron

369

J. R. Lowell 102

Ho, sailor of the sea!
How beautiful is the rain!

Good night! (Transl. of C. T. Brooks)
Good reader, if you e'er have seen

Byron

Halleck

186 706

Dr. S. Butler 405
Eliza Cook
Halleck

151

528

199

594

56

32

Shakespeare Sydney Dobell 490 Longfellow

311

Shakespeare 575
Körner 426
T. Moore 729
Sir W. Raleigh 614
Anonymous 195
T. Moore 396
759 How does the water come down at Lodore?
32

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-
S. Woodworth 27

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 356
Guvener B. is a sensible man

sun!

How happy is he born and taught
How many summers, love

7. R. Lowell 769 How fine has the day been! how
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

78

773

How many thousand of my poorest subjects

Shelley

Shakespeare 576

R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Walter Harte 355
Young
How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
Coleridge
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest W. Collins
How still the morning of the hallowed day
J. Grahame 285
How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air

389

574

429

How sweet the answer echo makes
635 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

R. Bloomfield 374
T. Moore

55

Coleridge

280

Have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay

Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)
Klopstock
you

O. W. Holmes

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin' ferlie? Burns
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill Scott
Hear the sledges with the bells
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate

Heaven, what an age is this!.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free

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

Hence, all ye vain delights Beaumont and Fletcher 224
Hence, loathed Melancholy

E. A. Poe

Pope
C. Cotton

Cowper

Spenser

636

I cannot, cannot say

W. C.R

178

Milton

583 604

Henry, our royall king, would ride a-hunting

7. R. Lowell 126

My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure

Byron
T. B. Read

138

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness
O, formed by nature, and refined by art T. Tickell
Oft have I seen, at some cathedral door Longfellow
Oft in the stilly night.

Anonymous 288
Campiell
Cowper

486

462

123

527

T. Moore

227

631

Bennett

607

Watts

My native land, thy Puritanic stock
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
My sister my sweet sister! if a name
My soul to-day
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew

O gentle, gentle summer rain.
O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135
Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past.
271
O God! though sorrow be my fate (Translation)
Mary Queen of Hungary 262
Tennyson 146

My true love hath my heart, and I have his

My voice is still for war.
Nearer, my God, to thee

Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going?

Sir Ph. Sidney 57
Addison
S. F. Adams 278

435

O, go not yet, my love

G. Canning 726

O happiness! our being's end and aim! Pope
O happy day that fixed my choice
O, happy, happy, thrice happy state

571

Doddridge
T. Hood

275

758

Night was again descending

R. Browning 166
Campbell 64
Bayard Taylor 359
Montgomery 303
Rogers
No more these simple flowers belong Whittier
No single virtue we could most commend Dryden
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea Southey
No sun- no moon !
T. Hood 317
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717
Not a sous had he got Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767
Not far advanced was morning day Scott
387
Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Anonymous 269
Not as you meant, O learned man A. D. F. Randolph 275
Not in the laughing bowers
Anonymous 223
Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson
558
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Milton

85

176

332

703

196

482

O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!
O, how the thought of God attracts
O, I have passed a miserable night!
O Italy, how beautiful thou art! Rogers
O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease Coleridge
Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles
T. Brooks)
Pfeffel

Shakespeare 595
Gerald Massey 124

Faber

284

Shakespeare 578
531

634

398