E. B. Browning 453

7. Aldrich

282

493

306

31

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

O. W. Holmes 181

188

.

Dr. S. Butler 773

P. Ronsard
Whittier
Anonymous 417

E. B. Browning 110

R. Herrick

T. Hood

E. Waller

73 600 45

E. C. Stedman 716
Whittier 142

off Shakespeare 216

Shakespeare 618
Joanna Baillie 345

T. Carew

He was in logic a great critic
He was of that stubborn crew.
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
His is that language of the heart
His puissant sword unto his side
His young bride stood beside his bed
Home of the Percy's high-born race
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-

151

528

199

hood

S. Woodworth 27

396 759

How delicious is the winning.

How does the water come down at Lodore?

32

773

R. Southey 58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 356

E. B. Browning 111

769 How fine has the day been! how bright was the
Watts
314
Sir H. Wotton 57:
Barry Cornwall 128

342

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
7. R. Lowell
Had I a cave on some wild, distant shore Burns
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! John Logan
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

Shelley

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

How many thousand of my poorest subjects

343
R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Walter Harte 355

Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham
Cowley)

Anacreon

355 Happy the man, whose wish and care Pope 134 Hark! ah, the nightingale! Matt. Arnold 349 Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds Byron 710 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings

How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air

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

Shakespeare 344
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation
of Jas. Clarence Mangan). W. Mueller 635
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
280 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
"How sweetly," said the trembling maid

Coleridge
Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)
Klopstock
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
O. W. Holmes

Shakespeare 376

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
7. Grahame 285

589

574

429

R. Bloomfield 374
T. Moore

55

Here's the garden she walked across R. Browning 49 I come from haunts of coot and hern

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

I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Rogers

John Clare
I have swung for ages to and fro R. W. Raymond
I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow
I in these flowery meads would be 1. Walton
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled

54

520

258

Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B. Browning 111
T. Moore 136 Is it the palm, the cocoa palm
Longfellow 178 I sometimes hold it half a sin.
Shakespeare 561
F. Quarles

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397
I stand on Zion's mount

I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook
I love at eventide to walk alone

John Clare

313

Is there for honest poverty.
Is there when the winds are singing
Is this a fast, -to keep

Whittier 360

Tennyson 182

C. Swain 283
Burns

708

252

I love contemplating

I loved a lass, a fair one

I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone

I stood, one Sunday morning.

Burns

Laman Blanchard 13

R. Herrick 260
R. M. Milnes 246

W. S. Landor 200 I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud

P. P. Cooke 233

Sir R. Ayton 171
E. B. Browning 146

O. W. Holmes 356
T. Moore

363

Shelley

G. H. Clark 745
E. B. Browning 27

Ben Jonson

I mind me in the days departed
I'm in love with you, baby Louise!

Impostor, do not charge most innocent nature Milton 638
I'm sittin' on the style, Mary.
I'm wearing awa', Jean

Wordsworth 442

42

G. H. Boker 680
Thos. Percy

631

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

435

G. Canning 726

My gentle Puck, come hither.

My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
My God, I love thee! not because (Translation of

Jeremy Taylor 266

St. F. Xavier 257 O blest of heaven, whom not the languid songs

Byron
Scott

John Keats 236
Wordsworth 323
Burns
W. Motherwell 174

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white

My life is like the summer rose
R. H. Wilde 610
My little love, do you remember Bulwer-Lytton 77
My loved, my honored, much-respected friend

Burns

My love he built me a bonnie bower Anonymous
My love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die

My love in her attire doth show her wit Anonymous
My minde to me a kingdom is
My mother sighed, the stream of pain
My mule refreshed, his bells

My name is Norval: on the Grampian

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

Byron
T. B. Read
Mysterious night! when our first parent knew

.

455

441

O, came ye ower by the Yoke-burn Ford James Hogg 500
O dearest Lamb, take thou my heart!

O God, methinks, it were a happy life Shakespeare 135 Blanco White 302 O God! our help in ages past. 271

O Father, let me not die young!.
Of Nelson and the North

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness

Watts

O God! though sorrow be my fate (Translation)

Next to thee, O fair gazelle

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

Not only we, the latest seed of Time
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Milton
Now has the lingering month at last gone by
Wm. Morris
Now ponder well, you parents dear Anonymous
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some

Dryden
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might
Old wine to drink!

O Mary, go and call the cattle home
O melancholy bird, a winter's day
719 O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O mother dear, Jerusalem.

310

7. G. Lockhart 406

R. C. Trench 581
Chas. Wesley 273

O, my God! can it be possible I have

O my luve 's like a red, red rose

O, my love's like the steadfast sun

C. Kingsley 483
Lord Thurlow 353
Shakespeare 693
Shakespeare 51
David Dickson 257
W. C. Bryant 444
Shelley
Burns

695

144

A. Cunningham 127

O, go not yet, my love
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Pope
O happy day that fixed my choice
O, happy, happy, thrice happy state
R. Browning 166 Oh! best of delights, as it everywhere is T. Moore
Campbell 64 O hearts that never cease to yearn
Bayard Taylor 359 Oh! it is excellent
Montgomery 303 O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!
Rogers 332 O, how the thought of God attracts
Whittier
703 O, I have passed a miserable night!
196 O Italy, how beautiful thou art!

O lovely Mary Donelly, it 's you I love the best!

W. Allingham 52

O, luve will venture in where it daurna weel be seen

O Marcius, Marcius
83 O Mary, at thy window be !

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

579

Shakespeare 674
Longfellow
Miss K. P. Osgood 375
Outstretched beneath the leafy shade R. & C. Southey 288
Ov all the housen o' the pliace . W. Barnes
Over hill, over dale,

On a hill there grows a flower.

402

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

Byron

Our revels now are ended

320

On deck, beneath the awning

Thackeray

479

Over the dumb campagna sea

51

Shakespeare 656

E. B. Browning 334

N. A. W. Priest 179
Anonymous

"" O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms'

"O what is that comes gliding in"

O, when 't is summer weather
O, wherefore come ye forth

173

T. B. Macaulay 438
John Keats 669
T. Hood

746

W. L. Bowles 325

T. B. Macaulay 438

Montgomery 268

O, where shall rest be found
O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad Burns

73

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

51

Anonymous 195

N. P. Willis

O wild west-wind, thou breath
363 O, will ye choose to hear the news?
O winter! wilt thou never, never go?
341 O World! O Life! O Time!
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel'
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west

S. Johnson 709
W. C. Bryant 382
Anonymous 509
A. Hume

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

Scott

T. Heywood

N. P. Willis Bulwer-Lytton 159

O perfect Light, which shaid away

O, pour upon my soul again

O reader! hast thou ever stood to see
O reverend sir, I do declare

O'Ryan was a man of might

371

W. Allston
Southey

227

360

.

O sacred Head, now wounded

O, saw ye bonnie Lesley

F. M. Whitcher 768
Miles O'Reilly 730
Paul Gerhardt 276
Burns

154

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

O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een?

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

O say, can you see by the dawn's early light

R. Ryan
F. S. Key

447

O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber

O, sing unto my roundelay!

244

T. Chatterton 206

Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands

R.H. Newell 774

"Praise God from whom all blessings flow"