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Page The gold sun went into the west... 71 The sun rises bright in France.
232 The great Lora Cardinal turns at the sight 354 The sun, that seemed so mildly to retire... 497 The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning The sun was sinking on the mountain zone 498 night
396 The sweet season that bird and bloom forth The harp that once through Tara's halls ...
304 The heath this night must be my bed 218 The things true valour's exercised about... 402 The isies of Greece! The isles of Greece !... 56 The western waves of ebbing day
39 The king sits in Dumterling toune....... 195 The wind blew hollow frae the hills The lamp must be replenished, Luteven then 424 The winds are high on Helle's wave... 53 The large grey hills are standing round... 147 The world is too much with us.....
310 1 he lark now leaves his watery nest. 254 The world seems glad after its hearty drink 44 The lattice trembled open...
273 They are all gone into the world of light... 280 The maid (and thereby hangs a tale). 256 They crossed the moat, and Christabel. 170 The midges dance aboon the burn
They sin who tell us Love can die............ 265 The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone......... 230
They tell us of an Indian tree.... “The Minstrel came once more to view". 40 This battle farts like to the morning's war 375 The minstrels played their Christmas tune iio This day, whate'er the fates decree
257 The moon is up, and yet it is not night 50 This England never did, nor never shall 392 1 be moving Moon went up the sky 172 This n ght, I'll change.
399 The mountain ash 65 This rare tablet doth include
187 Thence passing forth, they shortly do arrive 5 This royal throne of kings, this sceptred The noblest mind the best contentment has 83
392 The noonday sun
47 This way the noise was, if mine ear be true 408 The north-east spends his rage; he now Thou gentle look, that didst my soul beguile 311
Though the day of my destiny s over......... 266 Then slept he for what space
517 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray...... 293 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower... 76 Thou more than most sweet glove...... 249 The pale stars are gone!
422 Thou whose spell can raise the dead....... 504 The poetry of earth is never dead
... 311 Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies 285 The quality of mercy is not strained.
Thrice happy souls, to whom the prize is There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin 215 given
281 The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods 18 Through yon same bending plain
406 There is a flower, a little flower 108 'Thus I wind myself
404 There is a garden in her face
254 Thus passeth yere by yere, and day by day There is a gentle nymph not far from hence 411 Thus, thus begin the yearly rites
197 There is a temple in ruin stands....
Thy banks were bonnie, Yarrow stream...... 209 There is a yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale.. 64 Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright... 267 There is mist on the mountain and night on Till, like a clock worn out with beating time 92 the vale
219 Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back... 395 There is no truth of any good 360 Time rolls his ceaseless cou se
119 There lies a sleeping city God of dreams 444 Time's a hand s breadth ; 'tis a tale
470 There's not a joy the world can give like Tired Nature's sweet restorer-balmy Sleep 95 that it takes away,
503 "lis but a night, a long and moonless night! 96 There's not a leaf within the bower
"Tis merry in greenwood,- thus runs the There s nothing great 135
489 There was a land-to name the place.. 343 'Tis moonlight over Oman's Sea...
60 There was a time when meadow, grove, and 'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no stream... 226
104 There went an incense through the land one 'Tis not antiquity nor author night
'Tis not restraint or liberty The ruse is fairest when 'tis budding new... 293 'Tis sung in ancient minstrelsy
............... 264 The rose is weeping tor her love....
230 The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er 90 To uraw no envy, Shakspeare, on thy name 279 These our actors
To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign 22 The setting sun
209 These your unusual weeds to each part of you 387 To men of other minds my fancy flies The sky is changed !-and such a change ! 51 To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow 394 The sky is overcast... 63 To-morrow didst thou say?.
96 The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie 510 To my true king I offered free from stain... 132 The small birds rejoice in the green leaves To thee, fair Freedom, I retire
To the old, long life and treasure
198 The songster on the bough 294 Trad softly, bow the head
139 The soul of music slumbers in its shell... 108
Trelawny's hand, which held'st the sacred 314 The spider's most attenuated thread. об Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky 115 The spirit walks of every day deceased. 95 Turn, gentle Hermit of the dale..
207 The sultry summer day is done
32 Tyrrel, spur onward we must not await... 450 The summer brook flows in the bed
276 'I was All-Souls Eve, and Surrey's heart The sun is warm, the sky is clear
Page ""Twas a May morning, and the joyous sun 142 Twas at the royal feast, for I ersia won ... 199 Twas in the prime of summer-time
127 Twas m dnight — through the lattice, wreathed
175 ”T was no fantastic object, but a truth
403 'Twas on the shores that round our coast. 358 'Twas the day beside the Pyramids
73 I wilight's soft dews steal o'er the village green
27 Two of far nobler shape erect and tall.. Uncle, what gentleman is that?
362 Underneath this marble hearse
279 Under the greenwood tree
197 Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years 512 Inless a love of virtue light the flame 331 Unmuffle, ye faint stars, and thou, fair moon 410 Upon the king let us our lives, our souls 374 l pon
the sides f Latmos was outspread 155 Upstood the hoar unconscious walls, bisson and bare
72 Victorious men of earth, no more ............ 472 Vital spark of heavenly flame !
480 Wake from your misty nests-instinctive wake
312 Walk in St. Mark's, the time, the ample space
75 Warriors and chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword
504 We are Lilies fair
133 We are slumberous Poppies.
133 Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flower... 485 Welcome, wild Northeaster
236 We live in deeds, not years—in thoughts, not breaths
146 Well may sleep présent us fictions. 489 Well, then, I now do plainly.ee
89 Wepen both yong and old in al that place... 244 We wandered to the pine forest
46 We watched him while the moonlight. 295 What art thou, Mighty One, and where thy seat?
311 What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade
289 What else is love, but the most noble, pure affection...
400 What first inspired a bard of old to sing 44 What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells?
233 What I am I must not show
180 What is so shrill a silent tears?
88 What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones
284 What next? A tuft of evening primroses... 44 What of the night, ho! Watcher there..... 72 What poweriul charms my streams do bring 405 What's hallowed ground? as earth a clod 114 What sports do you see in the forest ? ...... What ti ee is sent receive in-buxomnesse 83 What, then, is taste butihose internal powers 97 What wondrous life is this I lead !........... 91 When Britain first, at Heaven's command 207 Whence comes my love, oh, heart, disclose ? 245 When chapman billies leave the street 333 When coldi ess wraps this suffering clay. 504 When first, beloved, in vanished hours...... 272 When Israel, of the Lord beloved............ 491
Page When Learning's triumph o'er her barba
rous foes. When love with unconfined wings. 255 When maidens such as Hester die.. When Phæbus lifts his head out of the winter's wave
9 When she lieth on her bed
301 When the British warrior Queen...... 483 When the lamp is shattered
267 When the sheep are in the fauld, when the
Cow come hame
490 When thy beauty appears..
257 When to ihe sessions of sweet silent thought 306 When with a serious musing ! behold 469 When words are weak, and foes encount. 'ring strong,
88 Wheelore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
369 Where is this fellow? Where is your master ? Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
310 Where shall the lover rest.
217 Where will they stop, those breathing Powers 109 While clouds on high are riding.
213 While the dawn on the mountain was misty
218 Whirl, whirl, fleet wheel, your ringing round 137 Who has not heard of the Vale or Cashmere 60 Who says, the wan autumnal sun
299 Whose is yon dawning form.
170 Who s there?
390 Whos there? what light is that? wherefore com'st thou?
360 Why so pale and wan, fond lover?. Why so stately, maiden fair
140 Why weep ye by the vide, ladie ? Wili ye go to the Indies, my Mary..
261 Wilt thou forget the happy hours
511 With fingers weary and worn
120 Within that awful volume lies.
119 Within the centre of the earth.
511 With little here to do or see..
495 With sacrifice before the rising morn....
166 With thee conversing I forget all time..... 254 With the hoary Shape a fresh tongue pleads 184 Woodmen, shepheros, come away
199 Ye banks and braes and streams around ... 261 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you,
487 Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes... 246 Ye Mariners of England !
214 Ye muses, pour the pying tear. Ye Nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song Yes, it was ihe mountain echo..
494 Yesterday the sullen year...
97 Yet once more, () ye laurels and once more 281 Ye viewless minstrels of the sky! Ye who know the reason, tell me
141 You gentiemen of England
193 You know, we French stormed Ratisbon... 77 Young Ben he was a nice young man 350 You re strangely proud
324 Your father was an i onest country farmer... 402 You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand 383
'tis true ....
DALZIEL BROTHERS, CAMDEN PRESS, N.W.