The more we live, more brief appear Wordsworth 307 The morning dawned full darkly The moon it shines 441 611 O. W. Holmes 757 The Moth's kiss, first! R. Browning 80 The conference-meeting through at last E. C. Stedman 619 The day is cold; and dark, and dreary The dreamy rhymer's measured snore T. Gray 219 228 127 13 Wordsworth I think 285 E. B. Browning 110 The farmer's wife sat at the door The fire of love in youthful blood The forward violet thus did I chide The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7. Cleveland 701 37 253 There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery 429 Eliza Cook 443 There is an hour of peaceful rest W. B. Tappan 269 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods Byron 469 There is a Reaper whose name is Death Longfellow 184 There is a tide in the affairs of men Shakespeare 595 There is no flock, however watched and tended Longfellow 175 There lived a singer in France, of old A. C. Swinburne 155 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell The lark sings for joy in her own loved land Anonymous 354 The little gate was reached at last Chas. Kingsley 210 Beattie 537 159 Jean Ingelow 14 The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond The sun is warm, the sky is clear Thou art, O God, the life and light T. Moore H. B. Stowe 534 Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie A. Cunningham 121 Spenser 188 634 636 201 701 Chas. Kingsley 483 201 Korner 452 21 688 Thos. Davis 687 Through life's vapors dimly seeing 77 282 668 Timely blossom, Infant fair 'Tis a dozen or so of years ago. Anonymous 768 R. Tannahill 50 Shelley 228 E. C. Stedman 371 Whittier 'Tis believed that this harp P. Freneau 215 'Tis done, but yesterday a king! The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home 'Tis midnight: on the mountains brown Byron Anonymous 148 'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb The sun sinks softly to his evening post R. H. Newell 775 Cowper The sun that brief December day Whittier 323 'T is much immortal beauty to admire Lord Thurlow 566 The sun upon the lake is low Scott 154 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron The time hath laid his mantle by Charles of Orleans 306 'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers The wanton troopers, riding by A. Marvell 238 'Tis past, -the sultry tyrant of the South The warm sun is failing. Shelley 316 Mrs. Hemans 213 (Translation Goethe W. C. Bryant 621 410 Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475 Toll for the brave T. Moore 643 Toll for the dead, toll, toll! They tell me I am shrewd with other men Cowper 484 Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel 394 Tennyson 183 Tennyson 591 | What hope is there for modern rhyme Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn. Sydney Dobell 94 What is death? 'Tis to be free. "T was all prepared; · ;-and from the rock Scott What is the existence of man's life? 'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden What is the little one thinking about? "I was in the prime of summer time What's fame?- a fancied life in other's breath "T was late in the autumn of '53 T. Hood "T was morn, and beautiful the mountain's brow 585 697 761 W. L. Bowles 332 Pope What shall I do with all the days and hours 594 F. A. Kemble 157 'T was on the shores that round our coast W. S. Gilbert 735 What 's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod "T was the night before Christmas 'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hell Two barks met on the deep mid-sea 632 Two pilgrims from the distant plain Under the greenwood tree Up from the meadows rich with corn Up springs the lark Up the airy mountain Up the dale and down the bourne Up the streets of Aberdeen Vital spark of heavenly flame! 606 Campbell Wheel me into the sunshine Thom C. C. Moore Miss Fanshawe 591 19 Were I as base as is the lowly plain We scatter seeds with careless hand When I consider how my light is spent Geo. Herbert 591 Shakespeare 319 Milton 265 When I do count the clock that tells the time Shakespeare 617 When in the chronicle of wasted time Shakespeare 42 When in the storm on Albion's coast. R. S. Sharpe 481 When Jordan hushed his waters still Campbell 272 When leaves grow sear all things take sombre hue Anonymous 317 Col. R. Lovelace 48 Chas. Lamb 194 Wm. Collins y Rose Terry Tennyson Anonymous When Love with unconfinéd wings 298 183 225 W. G. Simms 329 When the black-lettered list to the gods was pre- When the British warrior queen When the hounds of spring .W. R. Spencer 125 435 Shakespeare 34 150 Thos. Parnell 77 When we two parted Where shall the lover rest Scott 478: 595 Where the bee sucks, there suck I Whoever fights, whoever falls 498 709 Woodman, spare that tree! Year after year unto her feet Ye mariners of England 337 Ye overseers and reviewers Ye powers who rule the tongue 47 "Yes," I answered you last night 38 Yes! there are real mourners A. B. Welby 620 Sir J. Suckling 169 Anonymous Shakespeare Why thus longing, thus forever sighing H. Winslow 583 Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown 116 W. M. Praed 86 201 158 Anonymous 357 Campbell 485 Sterne Cowper 734 594 E. B. Browning 63 Geo. Crabbe 152 Ye who would have your features florid Horace Smith 415 You bells in the steeple Jean Ingelow 541 Robert Story 81 R. Browning 398 Sydney Dobell 226 Sir H. Wotton 41 Tennyson T. Hood “You have heard," said a youth You know we French stormed Ratisbon You may give over plough, boys You meaner beauties of the night. You must wake and call me early Young Ben he was a nice young man "Young, gay, and fortunate!" Each yields a theme Young Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn 239 746 21 Samuel Lover 107 Your horse is faint, my king, my lord F. G. Lockhart 404 Your wedding-ring wears thin, dear wife W. C. Bennett 129 |