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Shed to tear, O, shed no tear

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

She is a winsome wee thing

She is not far to outward view

She moves as light across the grass
Shepherds all, and maidens fair

Say, ye that know, re who have jet

See bow


*See, micber dear," she sa
See. I see

See, the flowery spring is biran
See on robin on the spray


Semant of God well done
Sha I love thee like the wind love R. 2- 2
Sta I tell you whom I love?

Shall 1, wasting in despair.

Shame upon thee, savage monarch—man

She sits in a fashionable parlor

She stood breast high amid the corn

She walks in beauty, like the sight

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Spurt hat breathest through
Spring is cheert

Spring the sweet spring


& Ages Fre — að Sneec7 it was Toku Kears
Stand bere badu i gear -
Stand the ground's your on my daves

Star that ingest home the bee
Stv, ia er, stav, and bear my woe

ཏཎཾ ཙ ི ཨཝཱཏཡཾཊ
Star of the mead: sweet daughter of the day
M. P. Tugper goð. Stry, lady, gay, for mercy's sake
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Stil to be reat, still to be dest
Windmarch 194 Sono i here the orcher
Fax E
Such were the notes the dust wred poet Lig
H. Chemdge 45
James Matok to Summer jers are o'er (Translation of Charles T
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Bessment and Flet, her 340
She says, "The cock crews, — bark Chirose

Sweet and low, sweet and low
Translation of im. R. Ager 147 Sweet Auburn : loveliest village of the pla's
She shrank from all, and her slent mood

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LE Landen 215

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She was a phantom of delight
Shines the last age

R. W. Emerson tag
Stort is the doubtful empire of the night 7homSON

Should and acquaintance be forgot
Sh, shut the door, good John!

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Geo. Crabbe
Leigh Hunt

Sient nymph, with cursus eve!
ི་ལས་ ེ་་ལ་མ་
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. Draito
Singing through the forests.

7. 7. Stoddart 520

7. G Sare

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth ard sing!

Sir Marmaduke was a hearty knight Ges. Col 110 2 99
Sit down, sad soul, and count Barry Corsa
Six skeins and three, six skeins and three Alice Carey


Six years had passed, and forty ere the six

Sleek coat, eyes of fire
Sleep breathes at last from out thee

Sleep on and dream of Heaven awhile! Regers
Sleep! - The ghostly winds are blowing





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Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright G. Herbert
Sweeter and sweeter.
G Herbert

Sweetest Saviour, if my soul

Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower


Sweet is the pleasure

In puissantā
3. S. Dagple 419

Sweetly breathing verral air

Sweet stream, that winds through yonder g ́ade
Swiftly walk over the western ware Shavity
735 Sword, on my left side gicaming (Translation of
Charles T. Brooks)


Take back into thy bosom, earth
Take one example to our purpose quite Robert Dalok 700
Take, O, take those lips away

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Thank Heaven! the crisis

Thanks untraced to lips unknown

That each who seems a separate whole Tennysom 182
That Heaven's beloved die early Fhm Flott 706
That I love thee, charming maid 147m. MaginM 42




Barry Cornwall 172


Slowly thy flowing tide.
So all day long the noise of battle rolled Tennyson
So fallen so lost! the light withdrawn Whittier
Softly woo away her breath
Barry Cornwall 179
Soldier, rest thy warfare o'er
So many worlds, so much to do. . Tennyson 183
Somebody's courting somebody
Anonymous 97
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land


That which her slender waist confined aller That you have wronged me doth appear in this Shakespeare 35 The abbess was of noble blood. Scett The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation) Dryden 718 Krummacher 365 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. Anonymous Byron Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face


The autumn is old.
F. Hood
H. Bonar 276 The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne
Some years ago, ere time and taste W. M. Praed 560
So nigh is grandeur to our dust R. W. Emerson 625 The bell strikes one; we take no note of time
So the truth's out. I'll grasp it like a snake

Shakespeare 55%


Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea

Mis Mulock 165 The bird let loose in eastern skies
The blessed damozel leaned out
T. Moore 283 The blessed morn has come again
Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell 775 The boy stood on the burning deck
Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!
The breaking waves dashed high
F. B. Harte 731 The brilliant black eye


3% 310



T. Moore
D. G. Rossetti 044
Ralph Hovt 320
Mrs. Hemans 487
Mrs Pemans 4' t

T. Moore


The moon it shines
Chas T. Brooks 6
Jones Very 325 The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae
Campbell 611
W. E. Astoun (77

The more we live, more brief appear
The morning dawned full darkly
The Moth's kiss, first!

R. Browning 80

The Muse's fairest light in no dark time 7 Cleveland 701
Then before all they stand, the holy vow Rege


219 The night comes stealing o'er me (Translation of Charles G. Leland). Heinrich Heine 670




Jean Ingelow 208
John Keats

37 253

Southey think



The night is late, the house is still 7 W. Palmer 178
The night was winter in his roughest mood Cowper 318
13 Then took the generous host.. Bayard Taylor 354
W. S. Landor 751. The ocean at the bidding of the moon C. Tennyson 3
Edwin Waugh 79 The old mayor climbed the belfry tower
The path by which we twain did go
The play is done, the curtain drops
The poetry of earth is never dead
The point of honor has been deemed of use Cowper
The quality of mercy is not strained Shakespeare
The rain-drops plash, and the dead leaves fall
There all the happy souls that ever were Ben Jonson
There also was a Nun, a Prioress
There are gains for all our losses RH Stoddard 27
There are a number of us creep
There are some hearts like wells Careline S. Shon or 513
There are who say the lover's heart T.K. Honey 121

E. B. Browning 110
The face which, duly as the sun E. B. Browning 218
The Fallen looked on the world and sneered
Sarah E. Carmichael 654
The farmer's wife sat at the door. Anonymous 199
John Hedges 736
The fire of love in youthful blood Earl of Dorset 56
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath


250 559

The fifth day of May.

E. B. Browning 111

The forward violet thus did I chide
The fountains mingle with the river
The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night




39 531



There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin Campbell Miss Gould 633 There is a calm for those who weep Montgomery 19 The frugal snail, with forecast of repose Lamb 759 There is a dungeon in whose d.m drear light The gale that wrecked you on the sand Emerson 625 Byron 138 The glories of our birth and state Jas. Shirley 187 There is a flower, a little flower. Montgomery 38 The gorse is yellow on the heath Charlotte Smith 346 There is a garden in her face R. Alison The gray sea and the long black land R. Browning 85 There is a glorious City in the Sea Regers The groves were God's first temples W. C. Bryant 358 There is a green island in lone Grugaune Barra The half-seen memories of childish days A. De Vere 7. 7. Callanan 456 The harp that once through Tara's halls 7. Moore 455 There is a land, of every land the pride Montgomery 429 The heath this night must be my bed Scott 144 There is a land of pure delight Wats The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! Watts 282 There's a land that bears a world known name The hollow winds begin to blow Anonymous 313 Eliza Cook 443 The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Byron 464 There is an hour of peaceful rest W B. Tappan 209 The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair There is a pleasure in the pathless woods. Byron 4'9 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 752 There is a Reaper whose name is Death Longfellow 14 The jester shook his hood and bells G. W'. Thornbury 618 There is a tide in the affairs of men Shakespeare 5,5 The keener tempests rise; and fuming dun Thomson 319 There is no flock, however watched and ter ded The kiss, dear maid, thy hip has left Byron Longfellow The Lady Jane was tall and sim There lived a singer in France, of old A. C. Swinburne 155 Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 755 There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell The laird o' Cockpen he's proud and he's great Lady Nairn The lark sings for joy in her own loved land



The bubbling brook doth leap when I come by

The careful hen


The castied crag of Drachenfels
The cock is crowing

Wordsworth 307
The comet! he is on his way
O. W. Holmes 757
The conference-meeting through at last E. C. Stedman 619
The curfew toils the kneil of parting day

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T. Gray
The day is cold; and dark, and dreary Longfellow
The day returns, my bosom burns Burns
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink

The dreamy rhymer's measured snore
The dule 'si' this bonnet o' mine
The elder folk shook hands at last
The Emperor Nap, he would set out
The face of all the world is changed,

Anonymous 354
The latter rain,-it falls in anxious haste Jones Very 316
'The lion is the desert's king Ferdinand Freiligrath 339
The little brown squirrel hops in the corn

R. H. Newell 775
The little gate was reached at last J. R. Lowell 96 There the most daintie paradise on ground
The Lord my pasture shall prepare Addison 283
The maid, and thereby hangs a tale Sir J. Suckling 124
The maid who binds her warrior's sash T. B. Read 429
The melancholy days are come W. C. Bryant 370
The merry brown hares came leaping Chas. Kingsley 198
The merry, merry lark was up and singing


103 There never vet was flower fair in vain 7 R. Lowell 127
There's a grim one-horse hearse
The Neel 252
There's a rustling in the rushes RW Raymond 738
There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen

Chas Kingsley 210
R. Tannahill 299
love (Frans-
M. Angelo
T. Moore

The midges dance aboon the burn.
The might of one fair face sublimes my
lation of J E. Taylor) ..
The minstrel boy to the war is gone
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall
The moon had climbed the highest hill John Lowe

T. H. Bayly






There's no dew left on the daisies and clover


Jean Ingelow 14

There was a jovia! beggar.


Spenser 6:35
There was a sound of revelry by night. Byron
There was a time when meadow, grove Wordsworth 1.33
There was music on the midnight
Mrs. HemanS 214
There were three sailors of Bristol City Thacker vy
The road was one, the grass was dank 7 B Read
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new Scott
The rose looks out in the valley (Translation of
John Bowring)
Gil Vicente
The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways W' C Bryant 470
The sea, the sea, the open sea
Barry Cortovall 4′′)



The seraph Abdiel, faithful found

These are thy glorious works, Parent of Good

These, as they change, Almighty Father, these



The shades of eve had crossed the glen S. Ferguson
The shadows lay along Broadway N. P. Willis 223
The silly lambs to-day
R. Baxter 259
7. R. Lowell 184
Rogers 585

The snow had begun in the gloaming
The soul of music slumbers in the shell
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise

The winter being over
The wisest of the wise.

The spacious firmament on high.
The spearmen heard the bugle sound
The spice-tree lives in the garden green
The splendor falls on castle walls

The stag at eve had drunk his fill

The stag too, singled from the herd Thomson

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops

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The stately homes of England

The storm is out; the land is roused
Charles T. Brooks)

The summer and autumn had been so wet Southey

The summer sun is falling soft
The summer sun was sinking
The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond

R. Tannahill

The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sunlight fills the trembling air.
The sunlight glitters keen and bright
The sun sets in night

E. C. Stedman
P. Freneau
The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home

The sun sinks softly to his evening post

The sun that brief December day

The sun upon the lake is low

The time hath laid his mantle by
The wanton troopers, riding by.
The warm sun is failing

Anonymous 148
R. H. Newell 775
Whittier 323
Charles of Orleans 306
A. Marvell 238
The warrior bowed his crested head. Mrs. Hemans 213
The waters purled, the waters swelled (Translation

of Charles T. Brooks)
The weather leach of the topsail shivers C. Thaxter 477
The wind blew wide the casement W. G. Simms 590
Ann Collins 306
W. S. Landor 608
R. W. Emerson 460
Wordsworth 297
H. Vaughan 183
Mac-Carthy 457

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E. B. Browning 110
A. Marvell 280
W. R. Spencer 515
John Sterling 657
Tennyson 331


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The word of the Lord by night
The world is too much with us
They are all gone into the world of light
They are dying! they are dying!
They come the merry summer months

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Mrs. Hemans 137
(Translation of


Thos. Davis
John Anster

W. Motherwell 310
The year stood at its equinox. C. G. Rossetti
They fain would sally forth, but he (Translation)



They made her a grave too cold and damp

Thou alabaster relic! while I hold 261 Thou art gone to the grave



Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew
Though the hills are cold and snowy
Though the mills of God grind slowly
Thought is deeper than all speech C. P. Cranch 566
Though when other maids stand by
Chas. Swain 110
Thou happy, happy elf!.
T. Hood
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie
A. Cunningham 121
Thou lingering star, with lessening ray Burns
Thou still unravished bride of quietness John Keats
Tho, when as all things readie were aright

188 634

T. Moore

This book is all that 's left me now
This is the forest primeval

This life, sae far 's I understand
This region, surely, is not of the earth Rogers
This was the ruler of the land
Geo. Croly
This way the noise was, if mine ear be true


Those evening bells! those evening bells!
T. Moore


Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream John Logan 201
Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Chas. Kingsley 483
Three poets, in three distant ages born Dryden
Three students were travelling over the Rhine
(Translation of J. S. Dwight). Uhland



Three years she grew in sun and shower Wordsworth
Through her forced, abnormal quiet C. G. Halpine 77
Through life's vapors dimly seeing Conder
Timely blossom, Infant fair

'Tis a dozen or so of years ago
50'T is a fearful night in the winter time

282 7 768 C. G. Eastman 320

228 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white

'Tis believed that this harp

215 'Tis done, but yesterday a king!


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Cowper 318 'Tis much immortal beauty to admire Lord Thurlow 566 'Tis night, when Meditation bids us feel Byron 'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now Rogers 'Tis past, the sultry tyrant of the South

A. L. Barbauld 315 'Tis sweet to hear Byron 'T is sweet to view, from half past five to six


James Smith 771
T. Moore


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W. C. Bryant 621
410 Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475
Toll for the brave
643 Toll for the dead, toll, toll!
Toll! Roland, toll!
Julia Ward Howe 36 To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry
They waked me from my sleep L. H. Sigourney
F. Cary)
Charles of Orleans 190
The young May moon is beaming, love T. Moore 70 To make this condiment your poet begs Sidney Smith 562
Think not I love him, though I ask for him
To men of other minds my fancy flies Goldsmith 530

Cowper 484
R. R. Bowker 541
Theo. Tilton 540

They tell me I am shrewd with other men



64 Too late I stayed, forgive the crime !


G. P. Morris 178

Horace Smith 544

Bishop Heber 180
T. Moore 281

W. C. Bryant 365
H. B. Stowe 534

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'Tis the last rose of summer
'T is the middle watch of a summer's night

J. R. Drake 658
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved Byron
To be, or not to be, that is the question


A. Phillips

Shakespeare 216
To clothe the fiery thought
R. W. Emerson 625
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily Shakespeare 575
To heaven approached a Sufi saint (Translation of
William R. Alger)
Dschellaleddin Rumi 262
To him who, in the love of Nature, holds

Shakespeare 39

T. Moore

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303 677

W. R. Spencer 617

Mrs. Hemans 212

Leigh Hunt
H. H. Milman 124
Whittier 179
Geo. Herbert 269
Caroline Bowles 252
T. Hillhouse 277
Coleridge 362



George Croly 613


Henry King 23

7 G. Holland 3


Turn, Forture, turn the wheel
Tennyson 591 What hope is there for modern rhyme
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they bum. Sydney Lobell 94 What is death "I is to be free.
I was all prepared; — and from the rock Scett
What is the existence of
ab's life?
"I was at the royal feast, for Persia won Dryden 55 What is the 'tle one thinking about?
"I was in the prime of summer time T. Hood 697 What's fame ? — a fancied life in other's breath
"I was late in the autumn of '53
Anonymous 761
"I was morn, and beautiful the mountain s brow
What shall I do with all the days and hours
W. L. Bowles 332
'Twas on the shores that round our coast W. S. Gilbert 735 What's hallowed ground? Has earth a cod
"I was the night before Christmas . C. C. Moore 632
'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in heil


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Miss Fanshawe 591
Mrs Hemans
Miss Mulock 177
Mac-Carthy 66


Two barks met on the deep mid-sea
Two hands upon the breast.
Two pilgrims from the distant plain
Two went to pray? O, rather say Rihar: Crashaw 259
Under a spreading chestnut-tree. Longfe low 419
Under my window, under my window T. Westwood
Underneath the sod low-lying.
J. T. Fields 190
Underneath this sable hearse
Ben Jonson 700
Under the greenwood tree
Shakespeare 325
Untremulous in the river clear
J. K. Lowell
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb
Up from the meadows rich with corn Whittier 445
Up from the South at break of day T. B. Read 44)
Up: quit thy bower!
Joanna Baillie 68
W. Allingham 667



Up springs the lark

Up the airy mountain

Up the dale and down the bourne
Up the streets of Aberdeen .

Geo Darley 311 When Freedom, from her mountain height


JR Drake 447

Vital spark of heavenly flame !
Waken, lords and ladies gay

262 When gathering clouds around I view Sir R. Grant -74
When God at first made man
Geo. Herbert 3,1
When icicles hang by the wall
Shakespeare 35)
When I consider how my light is spent Mum
When I do count the clock that tells the time


Pote Scott Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives John Hay Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed Campbell Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman Shakespeare 617 We are two travellers, Roger and I 7. T. Trowbridge 417 Wher in the chronicle of wasted time Shakespeare Weehawken! In thy mountain scenery vet When in the storm on Aitnon's coast. RS sharpe 471 When Jordan hushed his waters stil Campbell 272 When leaves grow sear all things take sombre hie 317 Anonymous Col R L else. 48 Chas Lamh 14


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When the black-lettered list to the gods was pre-
WR Spencer Las
When the British warrior queen
When the hounds of spring
When the hours of day are numbered

415 A.C Swim'urne 3'5 Lengfei " 177


Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower
Weep ye no more, sad fountains! 7 Dowland 575
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie Burns
Wee Wilhe Winkie rins through the town W Miller 5
Welcome, maids of honor!
R Herr k 366
Wm. Browne 40
Welcome, welcome, do I sing.
We parted in silence, we parted by night

Mrs. Cromford 151
Were I as base as is the lowly plais J. Sylvester 115
Werther had a love for Charlotte
Thackeray 764
We sat by the fisher's cottage (Translation of Charles
Henri h Heine 529
G. Leland)
We scatter seeds with careless hand. John Kehle 574
We stood upon the ragged rocks W. B. Glazier 300
We talked with open heart and tongue Wordsworth

We the fairies blithe and antic (Translation of Leigh
Rand (ph 655
We walked along, while bright and red Wordsworth 193
We watched her breasing through the night 7. Hod 198
We were crowded in the cabin. J. T. Fields 48:
We were not many, we who stood C. F Hoffman 406
We wreathed about our darling's head M. H. Lovell 210
What a moment, what a do.'t. Anonymous 763
What, and how great the virtue and the art
Lines and Couplets from Pote 625
What bird in beauty, flight, or song Montgomery 705
What change has made the pastures sweet



Jean Ingelow 93
What constitutes a state?
Sir W. Jones 45)
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Campbell 606
What, was it a dream? am I all alone ST Biton 32
What would you have, you curs. Shakespeare bot
Wheel me into the sunshine.
Sydney Dobell 242


When a' ither bairnes are hushed to their hame
When all thy mercies, O my God! Addison
Whenas in silks my Julia goes.
R. Herrick 41
Whenas the Palmer came in hall. Scott
When Britain first, at Heaven', commar 1 l'komion 442
Whence could arise this mighty critic Churchill
When chapman billies leave the street Burna
When chill November's surly b'ast
When Delia on the p'ain appears
When descends on the Atlantic.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
When first I saw sweet Peggy
When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and ford



Lord Esttelton ss
Geo Canning 72h
Samuel Lover Si


CF. Norton 13

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When Love with unconfinéd wings
When maidens such as Hester die.
When Music, heavenly maid, was young
When o'er the mountain steeps.
When on my bed the moonlight fails
When shall we all meet again.
When that my mood is sad and in the

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Coleridge 31
Where music dwells
Wordsworth 5*5
Where noble Grafton spreads his nch doma ns
R. P ́somfeld 420
Where, O, where are the visions of morning?

Q. W. Holmes 733

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Where shall the lover rest


Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether with reason or with instinct blest Pote
Which is the wind that brings the cold? E C Stedman 334
Which I wish to remark
Francis Bret Harte 728
While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling



While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels (Trans-
lation of Samuel Rogers) Leonidas of Alexandria 13
Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream M. Akenside 737
Whither, midst falling dew.
W. C. Bryant 353
Whoe'er she be
R. Crashaw 69
Whoever fights, whoever falls R. W. Emerson 625
Who has not dreamed a world of bliss m. Howitt 312
Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere

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172 With sorrow and heart's distress . Milton
Shakespeare 656 With that he fell upon the old man's neck

A. Marvell


Woodman, spare that tree!

G. P. Morris 28
Word was brought to the Danish king C. E. Norton 207
Wouldst thou hear what man can say
Ben Jonson 709
Would ye be taught, ye feathered throng Shakespeare 701
Would you know why I summoned you together?
J. H. Payne 693
Tennyson 116
W.M. Praed 86

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Willie, fold your little hands

Samuel Lover 75 Miss Mulock 156 Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day Shakespeare 147 With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed

With deep affection

Leigh Hunt 384
Father Prout 540
T. Hood 248


With fingers weary and worn.
Within the sober realm of leafless trees T. B. Read 548
With little here to do or see
Wordsworth 367
With silent awe I hail the sacred morn Dr. J. Leyden 298

Year after year unto her feet.
Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams
Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon.
Ye little snails.

Ye mariners of England

Ye overseers and reviewers

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E. B. Browning 63

Geo. Crabbe 152

Ye powers who rule the tongue
"Yes," I answered you last night
Yes! there are real mourners

Ye who would have your features florid Horace Smith 415
You bells in the steeple
Jean Ingelow 541

"You have heard," said a youth

Robert Story 81

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
Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn



R. Browning 398
Sydney Dobell 226

Sir H. Wotton 41
T. Hood

239 746


Samuel Lover 107 Your horse is faint, my king, my lord 7. G. Lockhart 404 Your wedding-ring wears thin, dear wife W. C. Bennett 129)

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