747 Ben Battle was a soldier bold Bird of the wilderness Ralph Hoyt 229 182 Mrs. Hemans 177 Cano carmen sixpence, a corbis plena rye Mater Anser s Canute was by his nobles taught to fancy Peter Pindar 738 Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! Cheeks as soft as July peaches Burns 72 G. A. Stevens 482 Matt. Prior 85 W. C. Bennett 4 Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Clime of the unforgotten brave! Come! fill a fresh bumper 283 Thackeray 608 Anonymous 423 151 James Hogg pining thought R. H. Dana 267 Barry Cornwall 668 Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go ! Come into the garden, Maud . 309 24 Shakespeare 655 26 Sir Ph. Sidney 575 Farewell! if ever fondest prayer Byron 149 T. Hood 239 Shakespeare 150 572 A. Ramsay 148 530 269 266 Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope Dark as the clouds of even. 596 Thos. Dibdin 443 O.W. Holmes 739 Maria Brooks 156 Far to the right where Apennine ascends Goldsmith 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 525 E. B. Browning 192 Did your letters pierce the queen 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 764 Earth has not anything to show more fair Wordsworth 528 Full knee deep lies the winter snow Wordsworth 330 Bayard Taylor 71 7. Bowring 278 Shakespeare 656 Tennyson 619 Barry Cornwall 339 John Sterling 420 Sir W. Raleigh 613 England, with all thy faults, I love thee still Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme P. Ronsard R. Herrick 73 E. Waller 45 E. B. Browning 110 He who hath bent him o'er the dead Whittier 142 off Shakespeare 216 my lord Shakespeare 575 195 396 Ho, sailor of the sea! Byron 186 Halleck 706 How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley 302 my S. Woodworth 27 759 How does the water come down at Lodore? 78 Campbell R. Southey 773 58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways 356 769 Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt Happy insect! ever blest Shelley 343 R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham Shakespeare 576 589 574 429 How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air 635 R. Bloomfield 374 55 Shakespeare 585 272 435 How wonderful is death! T. Moore 160 577 743 Husband and wife! no converse now ye hold 357 R. H. Dana 217 I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled I like that ancient Saxon phrase I'll hold thee any wager I love, and have some cause 258 Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 111 I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397 C. Swain 283 708 252 489 Is there when the winds are singing Is this a fast, - to keep Burns Burns Laman Blanchard 13 R. Herrick 260 I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud 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! Coleridge Whittier 645 463 O. W. Holmes 356 T. Moore It is not beauty I demand Anonymous 60 363 It is not growing like a tree G. Herbert Shelley Ben Jonson Tennyson 565 50 It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well! G. H. Clark 745 624 |