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A baby was sleeping
A barking sound the sher herd hears
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !)
A brace of sinners for no good
Leigh Hunt 582
Peter Pindar 739
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun John Wilson
A country life is sweet!
Adam and Eve were, at the world's beginning
A dew-drop came, with a spark of flame Anonymous
A diagnosis of our history proves
Adieu, adieu, my native shore
Adieu, adieu! our dream of love
A district school, not far away
Ae fond kiss and then we sever.
Afar in the desert I love to ride
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!
Ah! little they know of true happiness
Ah! my heart is weary waiting.
Samuel Lover 7
R.H. Newell 774
T.K. Hervey 145
7.W. Palmer 25
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
Again the violet of our early days Eben. Elliott 308 And are ye sure the news is true?
A generous friendship no cold medium knows
And hast thou sought thy heavenly home
And is the swallow gone?
And is there care in heaven?
And is this Yarrow? This the stream Wordsworth 330
And let this feeble body fail
Sir C. Sedley
Chis. Wesley 285
And now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed
And on her lover's arm she leant
And there two runners did the sign abide
And thou hast walked about
And wilt thou leave me thus?.
An exquisite invention this.
Wm. Morris 83
Horace Smith 542
Sir T. Wyatt 150
Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
O. W. Holmes 373
Ah, my sweet sweeting
Ah, sweet Kitty Neil!
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
Airs, that wander and murmur round
A jolly fat friar loved liquor good store
W. C. Bryant 84
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
All hail thou noble land
All hail to the ruins, the rocks, and the shores!
All in our marriage garden
All in the Downs the fleet was moored John Gay
"All quiet along the Potomac," they say
Mrs. Howland 381
R. Buchanan 247
F. 7. O'Brien 715
Along the frozen lake she comes
Although I enter not
A man in many a country town we know G. Colman
Amazing, beauteous change!
A mighty fortress is our God (Translation of F. H.
Martin Luther 271
A milkmaid, who poised a full pail 7. Taylor
A moment, then, Lord Marmion stayed Scott
Among the beautiful pictures.
Among thy fancies tell me this
A monk, when his rites sacerdotal were o'er
A noble peasant, Isaac Ashford, died.
Arches on arches! as it were that Rome
Jane Taylor 673
W. 7. Mickle 488
D. M. Moir 191
Wm. Howitt 347
R. W. Emerson 319
Geo. Crabbe 570
Art thou a thing of mortal birth John Wilson 590
Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
670 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping
T. Burbidge II
Milton 235 A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers
As by the shore, at break of day
A simple child.
C. D. Shanly 79
R. Barnfield 349
As it fell upon a day
As once a Grecian maiden wove.
A song for the plant of my own native
A song to the oak, the brave old oak
C. E. Norton 383
W. W. Fosdick 362
H. F. Chorley 359
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
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,
Dark as the clouds of even.
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
David Gray 142
W. L. Bowles 326
Thos. Dibdin 443
G. H. Boker 449
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
David Gray 304
Thos. Dibdin 479
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Ć. G. Rossetti 261
Do we indeed desire the dead
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 II
Dow's Flat. That 's its name.
F. B. Harte 764
Do you ask what the birds say? Coleridge 45
Drink to me only with thine eyes (Translation of
Drop, drop, slow tears
Duncan Gray cam' here to woo
Early on a sunny morning.
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
John Sterling 420
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree.
Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god
Eternal Source of every joy!.
Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Wordsworth 344
Even is come; and from the dark Park, hark
Ever let the Fancy roam !
Every day brings a ship.
Every one, by instinct taught
Every wedding, says the proverb
Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Fain would I love, but that I fear
Fair Amy of the terraced house
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
Fairer than thee, beloved
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Byron
Shakespeare Farewell, thou busy world, and may C. Cotton Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean A. Ramsay Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith Father of all! in every age Pope 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 345 Trans by Abr. Coles, M. D. 262 First time he kissed me, he but only kissed Day set on Norham's castled steep Scott E. B. Browning u 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 E. B. Browning 192 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes N. Cotton
Fair ship that from the Italian shore
Fair stood the wind for France
False diamond set in flint!
False world, thou ly'st; thou canst not lend
Sir W. Raleigh 613 Genteel in personage
Full knee deep lies the winter snow
Gamarra is a dainty steed
Gather ye rosebuds as ye may
Gay, guiltless pair
Fare thee well! and if forever
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !
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
J.G. Percival 476 Flung to the heedless winds (Translation of W. J.
Martin Luther 264
Fly to the desert, fly with me
For aught that ever I could read Shakespeare 158
For England when with favoring gale C. Dibdin
For one long term, or ere her trial came Canning
For Reform we feels too lazy
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.
Friends! I came not here to talk Miss Mitford 436
From all that dwell below the skies Watts
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
M. Drayton 386 W. C. Bryant 97
T. Hood 763
John Keats 629
R. W. Emerson 614
T.W. Parsons 73
Dr. R. Hughes 59
E. B. Browning 62 God makes sech nights, all white an' still
294 316 588 Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 J. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 R. Herrick
617 C. Sprague 347 H. Fielding 60
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 Miss Edwards 458
Give place, ye lovers
Lord Surrey 41
Glory to thee, my God, this night Bishop Ken 294
"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"
Sir W. Raleigh 259
J. G. Saxe 742
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
I'd kind o' like to have a cot
I distinctly remember (and who dares doubt me?)
R. Buchanan 725
I do not love thee for that fair
I don't appwove this hawid waw
I don't go much on religion
I dreamed that as I wandered by the way Shelley
In a valley centuries ago
In a valley far away
If as a flowre doth spread and die
Sir T. Wyatt 56
If chance assigned
If doughty deeds my lady please Graham of Gartmore 47
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden
I feel a newer life in every gale
. E. C. Pinckney 39
If ever you should come to Modena
If he's capricious, she 'll be so
If music be the food of love, play on
I found him sitting by a fountain side
I fill this cup to one made up
If it be true that any beauteous thing (Translation
If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well
of J. E. Taylor)
If sleep and death be truly one
If solitude hath ever led thy steps
If that the world and love were young
If the red slayer think he slays
If thou wert by my side, my love.
If thou wilt ease thine heart
If this fair rose offend thy sight
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
I like that ancient Saxon phrase
I'll hold thee any wager
Anonymous 136 | In a land for antiquities greatly renowned
I loved thee long and dearly
I loved thee once, I'll love no more
I love thee, love thee, Giulio !
Sir W. Raleigh 73
R. W. Emerson 614
I love, and have some cause
I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook
I love at eventide to walk alone
I love contemplating - apart
I loved a lass, a fair one.
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone
C. Patmore 96
E. B. Browning 17
I love to hear thine earnest voice O. W. Holmes 356
I'm a careless potato, and care not a pin T. Moore
I made a posie, while the day ran by
I met a traveller from an antique land
I met him in the cars
G. H. Clark 745
E. B. Browning 110
Bishop Heber 128
T. L. Beddoes 186
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright Scott "If to be absent were to be
526 Col. R. Lovelace 153
If women could be fair and never fond Anonymous 608
I grew assured before I asked
In vain the cords and axes were prepared W. Falconer 485
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Iphigenia, when she heard her doom W. S. Landor 678
I prithee send me back my heart
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew
I have a name, a little name
Sir F. Suckling 47
I have got a new-born sister
I remember, I remember
I have had playmates
I have seen a nightingale (Translation of Thomas
O. W. Holmes 225
4 230 I saw him kiss your cheek! I saw him once before Estevan Manuel de Villegas 349 I saw two clouds at morning. John Clare 54 R. W. Raymond 653 I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow
J. G. C. Brainard 57
I have traced the valleys fair
I have swung for ages to and fro
I in these flowery meads would be
Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully
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.
I stand on Zion's mount
Is there a whim-inspiréd fool.
Is there for honest poverty.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397
C. Swain 283
Laman Blanchard 13
R. Herrick 260
R. M. Milnes 246
I stood, one Sunday morning
I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud
P. P. Cooke 233
Sir R. Ayton 171
E. B. Browning 146
In May, when sea-winds pierced
43 In Pæstum's ancient fanes I trod
In Sana, O, in Sana, God, the Lord
In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy
I mind me in the days departed
I'm in love with you, baby Louise! M E.
Impostor, do not charge most innocent nature Milton 638
I'm sittin' on the style, Mary.
I'm wearing awa', Jean
In the fair gardens of celestial peace.
In the hollow tree in the old gray tower
W. Dimond 484
In summer, when the days were long Anonymous
In the ancient town of Bruges
R.H. Newell 775
In the days that tried our fathers
H. B. Stowe 176
Is there when the winds are singing
Is this a fast, - -to keep
Jane Taylor 671
Thos. Davis 130
In the hour of my distress
In the merry month of May
In their ragged regimentals
In the silence of my chamber
In the sweet shire of Cardigan
In this one passion man can strength enjoy
R. W. Emerson 366
R. W. Raymond 532
G. H. Boker 503
I travelled among unknown men
It was a beauty that I saw
It was a dreary day in Padua
Lady Dufferin 203 It was a friar of orders gray.
Lady Nairn 181
I sing about a subject now
I sing of a shirt that never was new !
Barry Cornwall 354
263 758 G. H. McMaster 446 W. E. Aytoun 231 Wordsworth 245
E. B. Browning 111
I thought our love at full, but I did err J. R. Lowell 127
It is an ancient mariner
It is done!
It is not beauty I demand
It is not growing like a tree
It is the miller's daughter
It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well!
Whittier 463 Anonymous 60 Ben Jonson 565 Tennyson 50
Addison 624 Wordsworth 442 Ben Jonson 42 G. H. Boker 680 Thos. Percy