E. B. Browning 110
A. Marvell 280
W. R. Spencer 515
John Sterling 657
Tennyson
Scott
Thomson
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
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Byron
Mrs. Hemans 137
(Translation of
Korner
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
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
C. P. Cranch 566
Chas. Swain 110
T. Hood
7
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
Thos. Davis
John Anster 668
Spenser 515 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 Uhland (Translation of J. S. Dwight). Three years in sun and shower Wordsworth grew Through her forced, abnormal quiet C. G. Halpine 77 Conder Through life's vapors dimly seeing Timely blossom, Infant fair 'Tis a dozen or so of years ago. 'Tis a fearful night in the winter time C. G. Eastman 320 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
R. Tannahill 50
Shelley 228
E. C. Stedman 371
Whittier
P. Freneau
The sun shines bright in our old Kentucky home
Anonymous 148
The sun sinks softly to his evening post R. H. Newell 775
Whittier
The sun that brief December day
Scott
The sun upon the lake is low
154
The time hath laid his mantle by Charles of Orleans 306
The wanton troopers, riding by
A. Marvell 238
The warm sun is failing
Shelley
316
The warrior bowed his crested head. Mrs. Hemans 213
The waters purled, the waters swelled (Translation
of Charles T. Brooks)
Goethe
'T is sweet to view, from half past five to six
'T is the last rose of summer
C. Thaxter
W. G. Simms 590
Ann Collins 306
W. S. Landor 608
R. W. Emerson 460
Wordsworth 297
H. Vaughan 183
Mac-Carthy 457
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
The year stood at its equinox .
They fain would sally forth, but he
W. Motherwell 310
C. G. Rossetti
(Translation)
'T is the middle watch of a summer's night
Anonymous 410 Toil on toil on! ye ephemeral train L. H. Sigourney 475
To make my lady's obsequies (Translation of Henry
70 To make this condiment your poet begs Sidney Smith 562
To men of other minds my fancy flies
Too late I stayed, forgive the crime !
G. P. Morris 178
Longfellow
Burns
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
This way the noise was, if mine ear be true
W. R. Spencer 617
Mrs. Hemans 212
66
Leigh Hunt
H. H. Milman 124
Whittier
Geo. Herbert 261
Caroline Bowles 252
548 Torches were blazing clear
611 T' other day as I was twining
536 To the sound of timbrels sweet
430 To weary hearts, to mourning homes
To write a verse or two is all the praise
637 Tread softly, - bow the head
Trembling, before thine awful throne
228, Trochee trips from long to short.
T. Hillhouse 277 Coleridge 562
'Twas on the shores that round our coast #. S. Gilbert 735 What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
"I was the night before Christmas C. C. Moore
'T was whispered in heaven and muttered in hel
Campbell 606
ST Biton 32
Shakespeare bot
Sydney Dobell 243
What, was it a dream? am I all alone
What would you have, you curs.
Wheel me into the sunshine.
When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame
When all thy mercies, O my God!
Whenas in silks my Julia goes.
Whenas the Palmer came in hall.
When Britain first, at Heaven', er mmar + Thomson
Whence could arise this mighty critic Churchill
When chapman billies leave the street
When child November's surly b'ast.
When Delia on the pain appears.
44% 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 for d
T. B. Read
Joanna Bailie 68
Thomson 341
W. Allingham 667
Geo Parley 311
Whittier
Pope
Scott
Wall, no; I can't tell where he lives John Hay
Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed
Geo Canning 22h
Samuel Lever si
When Freedom, from her mountain height
JR Drake 447
Sir R. Grant 74
Geo, Herbert 515
Shakespeare 317
255
Milen
262 When gathering clouds around I view
513 When God at first made man
When icicles hang by the wall
When I consider how my light is spent
When I do count the clock that tells the time
Wave after wave successively rolls on Tuckerman
We are two travellers, Roger and 1 J. T. Trowbridge 417
Weehawken! In thy mountain scenery yet
T Rand iph 655
We walked along, while bright and red Wordsworth 143
We watched her breading through the night 7. Hod vs
We were crowded in the cabin
7. T. Fields 48:
We were not many, we who stood C. F Hoffm.18 406
We wreathed about our darling's head M. Lowell 210
763
Anon) Mous
What a moment, what a do.'t'.
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
Shakespeare 617 When in the chronicle of wasted time Shakespeare 43 | When in the storm on Albion's coast. R S Sharpe 4*1 When Jordan hushed his waters still Campbell 273 When leaves grow sear all things take sombre hue
Shakespeare 34
Byron
The Parncil 77
Mi Procter 348
Brownell 758
When we two parted
When your beauty appears
Where are the swallows fled?
Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Ke¦'vn?
Colerider 355
Wordsworth 5"5
Where music dwells
Where noble Grafton spreads his rich doma ns
Where, O, where are the visions of morning?
Q. W. Holmer 725
172 With sorrow and heart's distress Shakespeare 656 With that he fell upon the old man's neck 478
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Where the remote Bermudas ride
Whether with reason or with instinct blest
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
Byron
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
R. W. Emerson 625
Whoever fights, whoever falls
Who has not dreamed a world of bliss Wm. Howitt 312 Who has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere
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?
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.
A. B. Welby 620 Sir J. Suckling 169
Who'll press for gold this crowded street? Anonymous 621
Why, lovely charmer, tell me why
Why should this desert silent be?.
Why sits she thus in solitude?
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing H. Winslow 583
Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown
E. B. Browning 63
Geo. Crabbe 152
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
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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