402

7. S. Knowles 437
Once there was a gardener (From the German of
Miller).

J. C. Mangan 727

On a hill there grows a flower.

Byron

579

N. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air E. C. Stedman 386
On Alpine heights the love of God is shed (Transla-
Our life is twofold; sleep has its own world
tion of Charles T. Brooks).
Krummacher 332
O Nancy, wilt thou go with me T. Percy, D. D. 71
On came the whirlwind-like the last Scott
Once Switzerland was free!

Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass

320

Shakespeare 674
Longfellow
Miss K. P. Osgood 375
Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 288

W. Barnes

Our revels now are ended

Ov all the housen o' the pliace

Over hill, over dale,

Over the dumb campagna sea

Over the river they beckon to me
O, waly, waly up the bank.

O, weep for Moncontour!

One more unfortunate

R. 11. Newel
T. Hood

775
250
43

"O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
"O what is that comes gliding in "

John Keats 669
T. Hood

746

H. B. Stowe 185

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Pope
One year ago, a ringing voice
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand

On Linden, when the sun was low
Only waiting till the shadows.

O no, no, let me lie

.

O North, with all thy vales of green !
O, now forever

Chas. Wesley 265
Campbell 398
Anonymous 267

John Pierpont 379

W. C. Bryant 275
Shakespeare 696

On the cross-beam under the Old South bell

O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden

Upton
Whittier

William Knox 195

51

363

On woodlands ruddy with autumn

Bulwer-Lytton 159

On what foundations stands the warrior's pride

W. C. Bryant 382
Anonymous 509
A. Hume

Pack clouds away, and welcome day
Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully
Pauline, by pride

Pause not to dream of the future before us

50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray

154

Peace! let the long procession come
Peace! what can tears avail?
Phillis is my only joy

R. Ryan
F. S. Key
O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber
O, sing unto my roundelay!

447
244
T. Chatterton 206

O, snatched away in beauty's bloom!

Byron

188

T. Westwood 631
Longfellow

566

H. K. White 421

Pleasant it was, when woods were green
Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon! .
Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands

R.H. Newell 774

607 "Praise God from whom all blessings flow"
18

Thos. Davis 126
Mary Howitt 366
A. B. Meek 406
T. Moore
Anonymous

167
455

7. Chalkhill 521

Praise to God, immortal praise

Miss Mulock
425
A. L. Barbauld 278

Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee
378 Saviour, when in dust to thee.
Say over again, and yet once over again

Campbell

Samuel Lover 591

Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know

.

Mrs. Hemans 535
N. P. Willis 536
Southey

761

G. Herbert
Byron

265

68

Sir R. Grant 263

E. B. Browning 111

64

R. Bloomfield 340 | Spirit that breathest through my lattice W. C. Bryant 299

Spring it is cheery

Spring, the sweet spring.

Lord Bristol 326

John Dyer 309
Harrison Weir 341
Montgomery 265

T Hood

T. Nash

225

309

117

St. Agnes' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was John Keats
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray W. C. Bryant 320
Stand! the ground 's your own, my braves!

John Pierpont 446

R. W. Raymond 61 Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day

Wm. Browne 60
Geo. Wither

-man

Shed no tear, O, shed no tear.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is a winsome wee thing
She is not fair to outward view
She moves as light across the grass
Shepherds all, and maidens fair

M. F. Tupper 598
John Keats 657
Wordsworth 194
Burns
126
H. Coleridge 48
Miss Mulock 62

Beaumont and Fletcher 340
"The cock crows, hark!" (Chinese)
She says,
Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147
She shrank from all, and her silent mood

Dr. Leyden 367

L. E. Landon 215
Stark
T. Hood
Byron
Wordsworth

728

74

44

43

Goldsmith
545
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick
58
Sweet bird! that sing'st away the early hours
W. Drummond 344
186
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright G. Herbert
Sweeter and sweeter

R. W. Emerson 625

Sweetest Saviour, if my soul

-

Dryden
Anonymous
come let us kisse and

444

M. Drayton

150

7. G. Saxe 744

735 Sword, on my ieft side gleaming (Translation of
Körner
Charles T. Brooks)
B. Simmons 703
Take back into thy bosom, earth
Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706
Take, O, take those lips away

.

399

T. T. Stoddart 520

Shakespeare and John Fletcher 168
Anonymous

Thanks untraced to lips unknown
That each who seems a separate whole
That Heaven's beloved die early
That I love thee, charming maid

Tennyson
Longfellow

223
582

189

R. Lovelace 145
Shakespeare 629
Chas. Mackay 268
E. A. Poe
Whittier
Tennyson 182
Eben. Elliott 706

567

Wm. Maginn 42

415

Softly woo away her breath

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er

So many worlds, so much to do
Somebody's courting somebody
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land

R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
Anonymous

Some of your hurts you have cured
Some say that kissing 's a sin
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face

Barry Cornwall 179
Scott
Tennyson
Anonymous

374
183
97

That which her slender waist confined Waller
That you have wronged me doth appear in this

The abbess was of noble blood
The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation)

Shakespeare
Scott

35
684

Dryden

718

Krummacher 365

79

Byron

The autumn is old
T. Hood
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne

380
316
Shakespeare 558

H. Bonar 276
W. M. Praed 560
R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time

Some years ago, ere time and taste
So nigh is grandeur to our dust
So the truth's out. I'll grasp it like a snake
Miss Mulock
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea

T. Moore

165 The bird let loose in eastern skies
The blessed damozel leaned out
283, The blessed morn has come again
775 The boy stood on the burning deck
The breaking waves dashed high
F. B. Harie 731 The brilliant black eye

Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell
Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!

The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by

The careful hen

The castled crag of Drachenfels

The cock is crowing

The moon it shines
Chas. T. Brooks 6
Jones Very 325 The moon 's on the lake, and the mist 's on the brae
Thomson
3411
Scott
Byron
331 The more we live, more brief:
Campbell
Wordsworth 307 The morning dawned full darkly
The comet! he is on his way
O. W. Holmes 757 The Moth's kiss, first!
The conference-meeting through at last E. C. Stedman 619
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

appear

441
611

W. E. Aytoun 671

R. Browning 80

125

T. Gray
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary Longfellow
The day returns, my bosom burns Burns
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink

The dreamy rhymer's measured snore
The dule 's i' this bonnet o' mine
The elder folk shook hands at last
The Emperor Nap, he would set out
The face of all the world is changed,

219
228

13

Wordsworth
W. S. Landor 701
Edwin Waugh 79
Whittier

I

Southey
think

285
402

The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7. Cleveland 701
Then before all they stand, the holy vow Rogers
The night comes stealing o'er me (Translation of
Charles G. Leland)
Heinrich Heine 678
127 The night is late, the house is still 7. W. Palmer 178
The night was winter in his roughest mood Cowper 318
Then took the generous host
Bayard Taylor 364
The ocean at the bidding of the moon C. Tennyson 326
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower Jean Ingelow 208
The path by which we twain did go Tennyson
The play is done, the curtain drops Thackeray
The poetry of earth is never dead John Keats
E. B. Browning 110 The point of honor has been deemed of use Cowper
The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Browning 218 The quality of mercy is not strained Shakespeare
The Fallen looked on the world and sneered
The rain-drops plash, and the dead leaves fall
Sarah E. Carmichael 654 (Translation).
Gautier
The farmer's wife sat at the door Anonymous 199 There all the happy souls that ever were Ben Jonson 180
The fifth day of May
Chaucer
John Hedges 736 There also was a Nun, a Prioress
559
The fire of love in youthful blood Earl of Dorset 56 There are gains for all our losses R. H. Stoddard 27
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
There are a number of us creep
Watts
E. B. Browning 111
There are some hearts like wells Caroline S. Spencer 593
Shakespeare There are who say the lover's heart T.K. Hervey 121
Shelley
57 There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin

Longfellow 175
There lived a singer in France, of old A. C. Swinburne 155
Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell
The laird o' Cockpen he 's proud and he's great
Lady Nairn
The lark sings for joy in her own loved land

Anonymous
The latter rain,-it falls in anxious haste Jones Very 316
The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn

R. H. Newell 775
The little gate was reached at last 7. R. Lowell 96 There the most daintie paradise on ground
The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison 283
The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir J. Suckling 124
The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429
The melancholy days are come W. C. Bryant 370
The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. Kingsley 198
The merry, merry lark was up and singing

The midges dance aboon the burn.
The might of one fair face sublimes my
lation of J. E. Taylor)

The minstrel boy to the war is gone
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall

Chas. Kingsley 210
R. Tannahill 299
love (Trans-

732
400

Spenser 635
There was a jovial beggar
Anonymous
There was a sound of revelry by night Byron
There was a time when meadow, grove Wordsworth 622
There was music on the midnight
Mrs. Hemans 214
There were three sailors of Bristol City Thackeray
766
The road was lone; the grass was dank T. B. Read 290
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new Scott
365
The rose looks out in the valley (Translation of
John Bowring)
Gil Vicente 348
The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways W. C. Bryant 470
Barry Cornwall 469
Milton

M. Angelo

43

The moon had climbed the highest hill John Lowe

Shelley
E. C. Stedman

228

'Tis a fearful night in the winter time
'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white

C. G. Eastman 320

371

Shakespeare 39

473

215

T. Moore
Byron

172

711

400

318

The summer sun is falling soft
The summer sun was sinking
The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond

The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sunlight fills the trembling air
The sunlight glitters keen and bright
The sun sets in night

.

The sun sinks softly to his evening post
The sun that brief December day
The sun upon the lake is low
The time hath laid his mantle by
The wanton troopers, riding by
The warm sun is failing

323

154

-

303
677

A. L. Barbauld 315

Whittier
'Tis believed that this harp
P. Freneau
'Tis done, but yesterday a king!
The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home
'Tis midnight on the mountains brown Byron
Anonymous 148 'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb
R. H. Newell 775
Cowper
Whittier
'Tis much immortal beauty to admire Lord Thurlow 566
Scott
'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron
Charles of Orleans 306 T is over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers
A. Marvell 238 'Tis past, - the sultry tyrant of the South
Shelley
316
The warrior bowed his crested head Mrs. Hemans 213
The waters purled, the waters swelled (Translation
of Charles T. Brooks)
670
The weather leach of the topsail shivers C. Thaxter 477
The wind blew wide the casement W. G. Simms 595
Ann Collins 306
W. S. Landor 608
R. W. Emerson 460
Wordsworth 297
H. Vaughan 183
Mac-Carthy 457

W. C. Bryant 621
Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475
Toll for the brave
Cowper 484
R. R. Bowker 541
Theo. Tilton 540

T. Moore 643 Toll for the dead, toll, toll!
Toll! Roland, toll!

They tell me I am shrewd with other men

Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry
L. H. Sigourney

When Britain first, at Heaven's command Thomson
Whence could arise this mighty critic
When chapman billies leave the street
When chill November's surly blast
When Delia on the plain appears
448 When descends on the Atlantic.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
68 When first I saw sweet Peggy
When first thou camest, gentle, shy,

When in the chronicle of wasted time
When in the storm on Albion's coast.
When Jordan hushed his waters still
368 When leaves grow sear all things take