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Ben Battle was a soldier bold
Bird of the wilderness
Ralph Hoyt 229
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
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
R. H. Dana 267
Barry Cornwall 668
Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go !
Come into the garden, Maud .
Sir Ph. Sidney 575
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow Pope
Dark as the clouds of even.
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
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
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
R. Herrick 73
E. B. Browning 110 He who hath bent him o'er the dead
off Shakespeare 216
Ho, sailor of the sea!
How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh Shelley 302
my S. Woodworth 27
759 How does the water come down at Lodore?
58 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Leigh Hunt
Happy insect! ever blest
R. Browning 640 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
Happy insect, what can be (Translation of Abraham
How sweet it was to breathe that cooler air
R. Bloomfield 374
How wonderful is death!
Husband and wife! no converse now ye hold
R. H. Dana
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
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
Is there when the winds are singing Is this a fast, - to keep
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!
O. W. Holmes 356 T. Moore
It is not beauty I demand
It is not growing like a tree
Ben Jonson Tennyson
It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well!
G. H. Clark 745