She M. F. Tupper 598 John Keats 657 Wordsworth 194 Burns 126 H. Coleridge 48 Miss Mulock 62 1 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! John Pierpont 446 Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day 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 Sweet and low, sweet and low . Dr. Leyden 367 Campbell 300 Geo. M. Lewis 236 Beaumont and Fletcher 340 says, The cock crows, -hark!" (Chinese) Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147 Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain She shrank from all, and her silent mood 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 . Short is the doubtful empire of the night Thomson Should auld acquaintance be forgot Shut, shut the door, good John! Wordsworth Mrs. Opie 247 Ben Jonson 593 Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower 23 Sweet is the pleasure 7. S. Dwight 419 Sweetly breathing vernal air T. Carew 308 |