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In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born
across the sea,
in his borone that trans pipins you
holy, Wh as die to ри
While And is marching on Inha Hard Howe.
A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H.
A milkmaid, who poised a full pail
A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed
Among the beautiful pictures.
Among thy fancies tell me this
A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er
A fiend once met a humble man Rev. Mr. Maclellan 418
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by Wordsworth 577
A footstep struck her ear
Eben. Elliott 308 And are ye sure the news is true?
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home
And is the swallow gone?
Again the violet of our early days
A generous friendship no cold medium knows
A girl, who has so many wilful ways
A good that never satisfies the mind
Ah, Chloris, could I now but sit.
Ah! do not wanton with those eyes
Ah, how sweet it is to love!
And is there care in heaven?.
And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed
Ah! little they know of true happiness
Ah! my heart is weary waiting.
Ah, my sweet sweeting
Ah, sweet Kitty Neil !
Mac-Carthy 305 And there two runners did the sign abide Wm. Morris 83
Anonymous 49 And thou hast walked about
Horace Smith 542
Mac-Carthy 70 And wilt thou leave me thus?.
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
A hungry, lean-faced villain
Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing Robert Greene 55
Ah! whence yon glare
Ah! who but oft hath marvelled why 7. G. Saxe 67
the fight! Well, messmates, well
Sir T. Wyatt 150 Leigh Hunt 67 Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
A nightingale, that all day long
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
W. C. Bryant 84
O. W. Holmes 373
R. W. Emerson 319 A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Geo. Crabbe 570 Arches on arches! as it were that Rome Byron
Airs, that wander and murmur round
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store
T. Burbidge II
Alas! how light a cause may move
Alas, that moon should ever beam
Alas! they had been friends in youth
Alas! what pity 't is that regularity
Alice was a chieftain's daughter.
A little in the doorway sitting.
A little onward lend thy guiding hand
All day long the storm of battle
All grim and soiled and brown with tan Whittier 465 As once a Grecian maiden wove.
All hail thou noble land
W. Allston 444 A song for the plant of my own native
All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores !
C. D. Shanly 79
R. Barnfield 349
235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
As by the shore, at break of day
At Timon's villa let us pass a day
Ave Maria! o'er the earth and sea
A wet sheet and a flowing sea
A wind came up out of the sea
Ay, but I know
A youth named Rhocus.
A traveller through a dusty road
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
Blessings on thee, little man
Blossom of the almond-trees
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
A. H. Clough 143
T. Moore 148
A violet in her lovely hair
A well there is in the West country
But who the melodies of morn can tell? Beattie
"But why do you go?" said the lady E. B. Browning 131
By the wayside, on a mossy stone Ralph Hoyt 229
Calm is the morn without a sound Tennyson 182
Calm on the bosom of thy God
Mrs. Hemans 177
A voice from stately Babylon
Awake! the starry midnight hour Barry Cornwall 68
A wanderer, Wilson, from my native land T. Hood 719
Away! away! through the sightless air G. W Cutter 654
A weary weed, tossed to and fro.
C. G. Fenner 474
Shakespeare 160 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Auser s
7. R. Lowell 642
Theo. Tilton Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738
Bachelor's hall, what a comical place it is! Anon. 729
Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Back in the years when Phlagstaff, the Dane Newell 774 Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! G. A. Stevens 482
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight
Celia and I the other day
Cheeks as soft as July peaches
W. C. Bennett 4
Child of the later days! .
Children of God, who, faint and slow Bowdler 283
Christmas is here
Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Anonymous
Clasp me a little longer on the brink Campbell 151
Clear the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam
Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe!
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead
Beautiful! Sir, you may say so
Beautiful, sublime, and glorious.
Beautiful was the night
Because I breathe not love to everie one
Before I trust my fate to thee.
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Florence Percy 190
R. Browning 203
F. B. Harte 765
B. Barton 471
Sir Ph. Sidney 64
O. W. Holmes 421
Before proud Rome's imperial throne
Behold her single in the field
Behold the flag! Is it not a flag?
Behold the sea
Miss Procter 63
B. Barton 459
R. H. Newell 775
R. W. Emerson 625
Behold the young, the rosy Spring (Translation of
Behold this ruin! 'T was a skull
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Ben Battle was a soldier bold
Bending between me and the taper
Beneath a shivering canopy reclined
Beneath this stony roof reclined
Beside, he was a shrewd philosopher
Best and brightest, come away
Between the dark and the daylight
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer
Beyond the smiling and the weeping
Beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies
A. De Vere
Dr. J. Leyden 299
Thos. Warton 325
Dr. S. Butler 737
Bobolink! that in the meadow
Bonnie wee thing! cannie wee thing! Burns
Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen James Hogg 665
Breathes there the man with soul so dead Scott
Bright portals of the sky
Bright red is the sun on the waves of Lough Sheelin
Bring forth the horse!" the horse was brought
Miss Mulock 175 R. W. Emerson 354 V. Bourne
Bird of the wilderness
James Hogg 343
Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean
Brutus, my lord!.
Burly, dozing humble-bee!
Busy, curious, thirsty fly.
But all our praises why should lords engross?
But Enoch yearned to see her face again Tennyson
But Fortune, like some others of her sex Halleck
But happy they! the happiest of their kind
But I remember, when the fight was done
But look! o'er the fall see the angler stand
Come into the garden, Maud .
Come, let us plant the apple-tree
Come, listen to me, you gallants so free
24 Come live with me. and be my love
T. B. Read
Thos. Davis 72
W. C. Bryant 361
C. Marlowe 73
Chas. Wesicy 270
Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song
Come on, sir: here's the place
Come, O thou Traveller unknown.
Come, rest in this bosom
Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged S. Ferguson 424
Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Shakespeare 597
Montgomery 351 Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Beaumont and Fletcher 575
E. Arnold 361 Come Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace
Sir Ph. Sidney 575
T. Dwight James Hogg 82 L. E. Landon 9
R. H. Dana 267
O. W. Holmes 733
W. M. Praed 708
Barry Cornwall 668
R. H. Dana 519
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
Farewell, life! my senses swim
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope
Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say
Dark as the clouds of even.
Thos. Dibdin 443
G. H. Boker 449
Dark is the night, and fitful and drearily
Rev. W. R. Duryea 134 Farewell, thou busy world, and may
Darkness is thinning (Translation of J. M. Neale)
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean
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
Day in melting purple dying
Day of wrath, that day of burning
O.W. Holmes 739
Maria Brooks 156
Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith
Father of all! in every age
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 35 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
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd
Deep in the wave is a coral grove
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise
Did you hear of the Widow Malone,
E. B. Browning 192
N. Cotton 135
Did your letters pierce the queen
Die down, O dismal day, and let me live
Dip down upon the northern shore
Deserted by the waning moon
J.G. Percival 476 Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J. Congreve 616 Fox). Ohone! "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 C. Dibdin 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. Nichels 672 Down in yon garden sweet and gay Anonymous 202 Down the dimpled greensward dancing Geo. Darley Dow's Flat. That 's its name F. B. Harte Do you ask what the birds say? Coleridge Drink to me only with thine eyes (Translation of Ben Jonson). Philostratus 608 P. Fletcher 258 Burns 106 Anonymous 93
Friends! I came not here to talk
From all that dwell below the skies.
From gold to gray
Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528
Earth, of man the bounteous mother
E'en such is time; which takes on trust
Full knee deep lies the winter snow
Gamarra is a dainty steed
Gather ye rosebuds as ye may
Gay, guiltless pair
Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71
7. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619
Barry Cornwall 339
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme
God moves in a mysterious way
God of the thunder!
God prosper long our noble king
God shield ye, heralds of the spring
Go, happy Rose! and, interwove
Gold gold gold! gold!
Go, lovely rose !
Gone at last
God's love and peace be with thee
Go, feel what I have felt
Go from me.. Yet feel that I shall stand
. H. H. Milman 271
P. Ronsard 306
E. B. Browning 110
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
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
bride stood beside his bed
E. C. Stedman 716 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 Shakespeare 32
Ho, sailor of the sea!
Sydney Dobell 490
How beautiful is the rain!
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley
How calm they sleep beneath the shade C. Kennedy
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child-
S. Woodworth 27
Gone, gone - - sold and gone
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off Shakespeare 216
"Good morrow, fool," quoth I
Good morrow to thy sable beak Joanna Baillie 345
Good name in man or woman, dear my lord
Ha! there comes he, with sweat (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
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
E. A. Poe
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate
Good night! (Transl. of C. T. Brooks)
Good reader, if you e'er have seen
Go, scul, the body's guest.
Go to thy rest, fair child
T. Moore 729
Sir W. Raleigh 614
Go where glory waits thee.
Great Newton's self, to whom the world Lamb
Green be the turf above thee.
Green grow the rashes O
58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
E. B. Browning 111
769 How fine has the day been! how bright was the
Sir H. W'otton 57:
Barry Cornwall 128
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
How happy is he born and taught.
How many summers, love
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 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
R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Happy insect! ever blest
Walter Harte 355
Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham
How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits
Happy the man, whose wish and care Pope
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest W. Collins
Hark! ah, the nightingale !
Matt. Arnold 349 How still the morning of the hallowed day
Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds Byron 710
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings
Hark! the faint bells of the sunken city (Translation
of Jas. Clarence Mangan). W. Mueller
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
J. Grahame How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air
R. Bloomfield 374
How sweet the answer echo makes T. Moore
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank !
Here I come creeping, creeping
Here is one leaf reserved for me
Here or elsewhere (all's one to you- to
Here's the garden she walked across
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
Hence, loathed Melancholy
Hence, vain deluding joys
Henry, our royall king, would ride a-hunting
Sarah Roberts 369
me Marten 702
R. Browning 49, I come from haunts of coot and hern
461 I asked an aged man with hoary hairs
I asked of echo, t' other day
100 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
I cannot make him dead!
604 I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away
109 617 736
W. C. R
Jehu Pierpont 185
633 178 732
7 R. Lowell 125
I care not, though it be
I charm thy life
I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn