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I'd kind o' like to have a cot
I distinctly remember (and who dares doubt me?)
R. Buchanan 725
I do not love thee for that fair
I don't appwove this hawid waw
I don't go much on religion
I dreamed that as I wandered by the way Shelley
In a valley centuries ago
If as a flowre doth spread and die
If chance assigned
If doughty deeds my lady please Graham of Gartmore 47
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden
I feel a newer life in every gale
If ever you should come to Modena
If he's capricious, she 'll be so
If music be the food of love, play on
I fill this cup to one made up
If it be true that any beauteous thing (Translation
of J. E. Taylor)
If sleep and death be truly one
If solitude hath ever led thy steps
If thou wert by my side, my love.
If this fair rose offend thy sight
I like that ancient Saxon phrase
I'll hold thee any wager
Anonymous 136 | In a land for antiquities greatly renowned
I loved thee long and dearly
I loved thee once, I'll love no more
I love thee, love thee, Giulio !
Sir W. Raleigh 73
I love, and have some cause
I love it, I love it! and who shall dare Eliza Cook
I love at eventide to walk alone
I love contemplating - apart
I loved a lass, a fair one.
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone
C. Patmore 96
I love to hear thine earnest voice O. W. Holmes 356
I made a posie, while the day ran by
I met a traveller from an antique land
I met him in the cars
G. H. Clark 745
E. B. Browning 110
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright Scott "If to be absent were to be
526 Col. R. Lovelace 153
If women could be fair and never fond Anonymous 608
In vain the cords and axes were prepared W. Falconer 485
I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew
I have a name, a little name
Sir F. Suckling 47
I have got a new-born sister
I remember, I remember
I have had playmates
I have seen a nightingale (Translation of Thomas
O. W. Holmes 225
4 230 I saw him kiss your cheek! I saw him once before Estevan Manuel de Villegas 349 I saw two clouds at morning. John Clare 54 R. W. Raymond 653 I heard the trailing garments of the night Longfellow
J. G. C. Brainard 57
I have traced the valleys fair
I have swung for ages to and fro
I in these flowery meads would be
Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 748
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead E. B Browning 111
I stand on Zion's mount
Is there a whim-inspiréd fool.
Is there for honest poverty.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he R. Browning 397
I stood, one Sunday morning
I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and bud
W. S. Landor 200
P. P. Cooke 233
Sir R. Ayton 171
E. B. Browning 146
In May, when sea-winds pierced
I mind me in the days departed
Impostor, do not charge most innocent nature Milton 638
I'm wearing awa', Jean
In a dirty old house lived a dirty old man
In the fair gardens of celestial peace.
W. Dimond 484
In summer, when the days were long Anonymous
In the days that tried our fathers
H. B. Stowe 176
Is there when the winds are singing
Jane Taylor 671
In the hour of my distress
R. W. Emerson 366
I travelled among unknown men
It was a beauty that I saw
It was a dreary day in Padua
It was a summer evening
I sing about a subject now
I sing of a shirt that never was new !
Barry Cornwall 354
263 758 G. H. McMaster 446 W. E. Aytoun 231 Wordsworth 245
London Diogenes 766
E. B. Browning 111
I thought our love at full, but I did err J. R. Lowell 127
It is an ancient mariner
It is not beauty I demand
It is not growing like a tree
It is the miller's daughter
It must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well!
Whittier 463 Anonymous 60 Ben Jonson 565 Tennyson 50
Addison 624 Wordsworth 442 Ben Jonson 42 G. H. Boker 680 Thos. Percy
It was many and many a year ago "It was our wedding day"
I will not have the mad Clytie
I will paint her as I see her
I wish I were where Helen lies!
It was the autumn of the year
It was the wild midnight.
It was upon an April morn
I've wandered east, I 've wandered west
I wandered lonely as a cloud.
I was in Margate last July Thomas
I will go back to the great sweet mother
I would I were an excellent divine.
I would not live alway
W. Motherwell 154
Little inmate, full of mirth
J. Sylvester 567
E. A. Poe 205
Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good Vizier
Jenny kissed me when we met
Jingle, jingle, clear the way
John Anderson, my jo, John
John Dobbins was so captivated
A. C. Swinburne 205
598 W. A. Muhlenberg 180
Jumping over gutters.
Just as I am, without one plea
Lord, I am weeping.
Lord John stood in his stable door
Lo! where she comes along with portly pace
Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours
Loud roared the dreadful thunder
Love me little, love me long !.
Lucy is a golden girl
R. Bloomfield 314 Barry Cornwall 49 503 Maiden! with the meek brown eyes Longfellow 767 Maid of Athens, ere we part Byron 274 "Make way for Liberty!" he cried Montgomery 436 Malbrouck, the prince of commanders (French) Translation of Mahony 405 Man's home is everywhere. On ocean's flood L. H. Sigourney 589 Man's love is of man's life a thing apart Byron "Man wants but little here below" J. Q. Adams 567 Many a green isle needs must be Shelley March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale Scott Margarita first possessed.
335 396 38 . Lord Surrey 135 T. Moore Newton
Martial, the things that do attain
277 75 415 54 98
John Skelton 38
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
7. H. Payne 133
Music, when soft voices die
O. W. Holmes 568 | My chaise the village inn did gain
R. H. Barham 541
Thos. Ledge 65
355 440 3
C. E. Norton 235
Bayard Taylor 108
585 C. E. Norton 517 Byron 708 Anonymous 246
My curse upon thy venomed stang
My genius spreads her wing
My gentle Puck, come hither
Burns 602 Earl of Montrose 60 7. G. Lockhart 96 Anonymous Goldsmith 536 Shakespeare 655
O, a dainty plant is the ivy green
My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair R. Buchanan 103 O beauteous God! uncircumscribed treasure
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white
My life is like the summer rose
Moravian Collection 276
E. B. Browning 111 O, deem not they are blest alone
My love he built me a bonnie bower Anonymous
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Sir Ph. Sidney 57
Needy knife-grinder! whither are you going?
My voice is still for war
G. Canning 726 R. Browning 166 Campbell 64 Bayard Taylor 359 Montgomery 303 O, lay thy hand in mine, dear! Rogers 332 O, how the thought of God attracts Whittier 703 O, I have passed a miserable night! Dryden 196 O Italy, how beautiful thou art! Southey 482 O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease T. Hood 317 Old man, God bless you! (Translation of Charles Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note Chas. Wolfe 717 T. Brooks) Pfeffel Not a sous had he got Thomas Ingoldsby, Esq. 767 Old Master Brown brought his ferule down Not far advanced was morning day Scott 387 Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves Anonymous 269 Not as you meant, O learned man A. D. F. Randolph 275 Not in the laughing bowers Anonymous Not only we, the latest seed of Time Tennyson Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Milton
O lovely Mary Donelly, it 's you I love the best!
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might
O Marcius, Marcius
Now the last day of many days.
7. G. Lockhart 406
R. C. Trench 581
O mother of a mighty race
O, my God! can it be possible I have
O, my love 's like the steadfast sun
Burns Shakespeare 33 Burns 51 C. Kingsley 483 Lord Thurlow 353 Shakespeare 693 Shakespeare 51 David Dickson 257 W. C. Bryant 444 Shelley
A. Cunningham 127
On a hill there grows a flower.
Our revels now are ended
7. S. Knowles 437 Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass Once there was a gardener (From the German of
F. C. Mangan 727
Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands
One more unfortunate
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Pope
On Linden, when the sun was low
let me lie
O no, no,
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
N. P. Willis
S. Johnson 7091
O reverend sir, I do declare
O sacred Head, now wounded
O the pleasant days of old
O the snow, the beautiful snow
O, saw ye bonnie Lesley
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
F. S. Key O say, what is that thing called Light C. Cibber
O, sing unto my roundelay!
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
38 Our good steeds snuff the evening air E. C. Stedman 386 Our life is twofold; sleep has its own world
O trifling toys that toss the brains
O unseen spirit! now a calm divine
Thos. Davis 126
167 Anonymous 455 7. Chalkhill 521
O, waly, waly up the bank.
775 "O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
O, when 't is summer weather
Samuel Lover 591
Miss K. P. Osgood 375
Over the dumb campagna sea
Over the river they beckon to me
E. B. Browning 334
T. B. Macaulay 438
John Keats 669
Pack clouds away, and welcome day
O, where shall rest be found
O whistle, and I 'll come to you, my lad Burns
O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
O wild west-wind, thou breath
O, will ye choose to hear the news?
O winter! wilt thou never, never go?
O World! O Life! O Time!
Peace! let the long procession come
Praise to God, immortal praise
Samiasa! I call thee, I await thee 378 Saviour, when in dust to thee
Pause not to dream of the future before us
W. L. Bowles 325
T. B. Macaulay 438
F. S. Osgood 425
R. H. Stoddard 715
Barry Cornwall 151
Sir C. Sedley 48
115 T. Heywood 298 N. P. Willis 689 Bulwer-Lytton 159
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow"
(Translation of John
T. Westwood 631
H.K. White 421
R.H. Newell 774
. E. B. Browning 139
Put the broidery frame away.
Barry Cornwall 514
Sir R. Grant 263
M. T. Visscher 348
Say over again, and yet once over again
E. B. Browning 111
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Shut, shut the door, good John!
Beaumont and Fletcher 340 "The cock crows, hark!" (Chinese) Translation of Wm. R. Alger 147
She shrank from all, and her silent mood
L. E. Landon 215
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
R. W. Emerson 625
M. F. Tupper 598
Silent nymph, with curious eye! John Dyer
311 609 602
Dryden Since our foes to invade us. Anonymous Since there's no helpe, - come let us kisse and parte.
Singing through the forests.
J. G. Saxe
Six years had passed, and forty ere the six
Some of your hurts you have cured
Spirit that breathest through my lattice W. C. Bryant 299
225 309 117
Spring, the sweet spring.
That Heaven's beloved die early
That I love thee, charming maid
Sweetly breathing vernal air
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Shakespeare and John Fletcher 168
223 582 145
165 The bird let loose in eastern skies
Thank Heaven! the crisis
Thanks untraced to lips unknown
That each who seems a separate whole
The blessed morn has come again
John Pierpont 446
Dr. Leyden 367 Campbell 300 Geo. M. Lewis 236 Mrs. Opie 247 Ben Jonson 593 Eben. Elliott 705
Sleek coat, eyes of fire
Slowly thy flowing tide
So fallen so lost! the light withdrawn Whittier 713
97 The abbess was of noble blood.
The angel of the flowers, one day (Translation)
The autumn is old.
380 316 H. Bonar 276 Some years ago, ere time and taste W. M. Praed 560 Shakespeare 558 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 Young Miss Mulock Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea T. Moore Source immaterial of material naught R. H. Newell Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!
F. B. Harte
Eben. Elliott 706
616 259 D. G. Rossetti 644 Ralph Hoyt 320 Mrs. Hemans 487 Mrs. Hemans 461 T. Moore