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On a hill there grows a flower.
N. Breton 38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air F C Stedman 386
On Alpine heights the love of God is shed (Transla-
Our life is twofold, sleep has its own word
tion of Charles T. Brooks)
T. Percy, D. D. 71
On came the whirlwind-like the last Scott
Once Switzerland was free!
O Nancy, wilt thou go with me
J. S. Knowles 437
Once there was a gardener (From the German of
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands
Once upon a midnight dreary.
On deck, beneath the awning
One day, as I was going by
One day I wandered where the salt sea-tide Au
One day, nigh weary of the yrksome way Spenser
.R. H. New
One hue of our flag is taken
One more unfortunate.
On her white breast a sparkling cross
One year ago, a ringing voice
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
On Linden, when the sun was low
Only waiting till the shadows.
O no, no, let me lie
O North, with all thy vales of green!
O, now forever
On Richmond Hill there lives a lass
On the banks of the Xenil the dark Spanish maiden
On the cross-beam under the Old South bell
On what foundations stands the warrior's pride
On woodlands ruddy with autumn
On yonder hill a castle stands
O perfect Light, which shaid away
O, pour upon my soul again
O reader! hast thou ever stood to see Southey
O reverend sir, I do declare
O'Ryan was a man of might
O sacred Head, now wounded
O, saw ye bonnie Lesley.
O, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een?
J. C. Mangan 727
W. C. Bryant 373
E. A. Poe
O the pleasant days of old
O the snow, the beautiful snow
O, those little, those little blue shoes
O thou of home the guardian Lar
O thou vast Ocean!
O say, can you see by the dawn's early light
she wore Pope 43
H. B. Stowe 185
Chas. Wesley 265
Anonymous 70, where shall rest be found
John Pierpont 379 O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad Burna
W. C. Bryant 275
S Johnson 709
W. C. Bryant 382
371 227 360
F. M. Whitcher 768
Miles O'Reilly 730
Paul Gerhard: 276
O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cober 244
O, sing unto my roundelay!
T. Chatterton 206
O, snatched away in beauty's bloom!
O that the chemist's magic art
O that those lips had language.
O the banks of the Lee, the banks of the Lee
O the broom, the yellow broom!
O the charge at Balaklava!
O the days are gone when beauty bright
O, the French are on the say!
O the gallant fisher's life
O then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you
Mia K P Cigood 199
Outstretched beneath the leafy shade K & C. seuchry, 243
Ov all the housen o' the place. 1 Barnet
Over hill, over dale,
EB ba nung 154
An Frud 17.
Over the dumb campagna sea
8 Over the river they beckon to me
5960), waly, waly up the bank.
637, 0, weep for Moncontour!
775 "O, what can ail thee, knight at-arms"
"O what is that comes gliding in"
O wild west-wind, thou breath.
0, will ye choose to hear the news?
() winter! wilt thou never, never go?
N. P. Willis 341 O World! O Life! O Time! .
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel'.
0, young Lochinvar is come out of the west
O trifling toys that toss the brains
O unexpected stroke, worse than of death
Thos Davis 126
Mary Hewitt 366
A. B. Meck 406
Frances Brown 465
J. W. Watson 251
W. C. Bennett 16
7. R Lowell 130
Barry Cornwall 471
Our revels now are ended
Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass
Peace! let the long procession come
Peace! what can tears avail? .
Philis is my only joy.
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu.
50 Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray
Praise to God, immortal praise
Prize thou the nightingale
O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud
Pack clouds away, and welcome day 7. Heywo
Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully – N. P. Wils
Pauline, by pride
Buiwer Lytion 139
Pause not to dream of the future before us
Put the broidery frame away.
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares
Rear high thy bleak majestic hills
Rest there awhile, my bearded lance
Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
Ring out wild bells, to the wild sky
Ring, sing ring, sing!
Rise, sleep no more.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
"Room for the leper! Room!"
Roprecht the Robber is taken at last
Said I not so, - - that I would sin no more?
FS Orgood 425
R. H. Studlard 2.3 Barry Corradi za Sir C. Saday Sett
Pleasant it was, when woods were green Longtemp
Pleasing 't is, O modest Moon!.. H.K White
Ponderous projectiles, hurled by heavy hands
RH New me
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow ***
AL Barband 178
(Translation of Jchn
MT. Van her 100
Shed no tear, O, shed no tear.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is a winsome wee thing
She is not fair to outward view
She moves as light across the grass
Shepherds all, and maidens fair
R. Bloomfield 340
A. Marvell 324
W. C. Bryant 663
Lord Bristol 326
John Dyer 309
Harrison Weir 344
R. W. Raymond 61
Wm. Browne 60 i
Geo. Wither 64
She sits in a fashionable parlor
She stood breast high amid the corn
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Shines the last age
43 R. W. Emerson 625 Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Shut, shut the door, good John!
M. F. Tupper 598
657 Wordsworth 194 Burns 126 H. Coleridge 48 Miss Mulock
Silent nymph, with curious eye! John Dyer
Since faction ebbs, and rogues grow out of fashion
Since our foes to invade us.
Since there's no helpe, come let us kisse and
M. Drayton 150
Singing through the forests.
7. G. Saxe 744
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! T. T. Stoddart 520
Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Geo. Colman
Sit down, sad soul, and count Barry Cornwall 268
Six skeins and three, six skeins and three Alice Carey
Six years had passed, and forty ere the six
Geo. Crabbe Sleek coat, eyes of fire Anonymous Sleep breathes at last from out thee Leigh Hunt Sleep on! and dream of Heaven awhile! Rogers Sleep! The ghostly winds are blowing
Beaumont and Fletcher 340
She says, "The cock crows, - hark!" (Chinese)
Sweet and low, sweet and low
Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain
She shrank from all, and her silent mood
L. E. Landon 215
Spirit that breathest through my lattice W. C. Bryant 299
Spring it is cheery
Spring, the sweet spring.
St. Agnes' Eve, ah, bitter chill it was John Keats
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray W. C. Bryant 320
Stand! the ground 's your own, my braves!
Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day
62 Summer joys are o'er (Translation of Charles T.
Ludwig Hölty 317
Star that bringest home the bee.
Stay, jailer, stay, and hear my woe!
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake
Still to be neat, still to be drest
Stop, mortal! here thy brother lies
Such were the notes thy once-loved poet sung
165 The bird let loose in eastern skies
The blessed damozel leaned out
The blessed morn has come again
The boy stood on the burning deck
The breaking waves dashed high
731 The brilliant black eye
Geo. M. Lewis 236
Mrs. Opie 247
Ben Jonson 593
Eben. Elliott 705
Sweetly breathing vernal air
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Swiftly walk over the western wave Shelley
735 Sword, on my left side gleaming (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)
Take back into thy bosom, earth
Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Pollok 706
Take, O, take those lips away
Shakespeare and John Fletcher 168
Take the open air
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
Chas. Mackay 268
E. A. Poe 189
Eben. Elliott 706
Wm. Maginn 42
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes R. Herrick
Sweet bird! that sing'st away the early hours
W. Drummond 344
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright G. Herbert
Sweeter and sweeter.
7. W. Palmer 23
G. Herbert 273
7. S. Dwight 419
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Sweet is the pleasure
Tell me not in mournful numbers
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde
Tell me where is fancy bred
Tell me, ye winged winds
Thank Heaven! the crisis
Thanks untraced to lips unknown
That each who seems a separate whole
That Heaven's beloved die early
That I love thee, charming maid
Slowly thy flowing tide
So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson
Barry Cornwall 172
So fallen so lost! the light withdrawn Whittier 713
Softly woo away her breath
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er
That which her slender waist confined Waller
That you have wronged me doth appear in this
Barry Cornwall 179
So many worlds, so much to do
Somebody's courting somebody
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land
The abbess was of noble blood
The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation)
Some of your hurts you have cured R. W. Emerson 625 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
Some say that kissing 's a sin
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face
H. Bonar 276 The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne
W. M. Praed 560
R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time
I'll grasp it like a snake
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea
The autumn is old
Some years ago, ere time and taste
So nigh is grandeur to our dust
So the truth's out.
D. G. Rossetti 644
Ralph Hoyt 320
Mrs. Hemans 487
Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell
Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!
Mrs. Hemans 461
F. B. Harte
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